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“Watching for the world to look up, seductive in its gaze,
it’s cloaked in the madness of ticking hearts
conjoined with collapsed lips.
That heavy night
Like the coat of a romanced black stallion it rouses embracing and beckons the moon.
And I like every creature, with one foot vexed inside the tremors of olden slumbers, and the next,
detailed inside the scarlet breath that is now, stand erect, faced pressed agog, against the black, overbearing night,
That heavy night.”