dire moons hang
eclipsing eye -
twin rivers blink
my grains to grey;
sediment layers,
fractures running
length of spine
where lines
of porcelain
sing to me
of night;
my vision lit by
smile & lip
of cavern mouth
unending;
to shadowed space, I
shout my breathless -
it ripples though
dark mysteries of stone,
reflects my cry through
softer earth,
returns me to this
moment of our lime.



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