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Mono

we stroke different walls in half-light.
fear falls in staggered breaths.
questions dart through skies
like summer swallows. i am
claustrophobic; agoraphobic
in the same stale town. suddenly i
remember how it all once meant
something to me. this complex
desire to disappear in one fixed place.
since winter, black has advanced
closer. i swallow that moon down
from the gold goblet of the sun.