I look away and silted
near my head with nonsense
moving away to hear your laughter
I look away and jump
fill my mailbox with
kisses that are far to see me about
You came with a dawn
but you vanish
between
moonshadow
I'm weaving a hideout
you rid your hands so small interventricular
like a farmer going
weaving a ladder and I climbed beside you telling
colors that pour out your power
At the end of our story is only a web
finely shredded
The start to weave in a dawn
and cursed
left undone with the lunar cycle.
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