The Sentry As Witness three days the moon will be full again and in the night while we sleep while we turn when we can’t sleep an owl will ride the never stopping thermal across the moon’s face and be just a shape – just a shadow briefly obliterating the light that’s cast the path of a stray rabbit stunned stiff in being seen. it makes me want to say this entirely out of context: not all marriages not all childbirths not all wild night embraces are meant to be anything else but or beyond the brief mouth on mouth, claw penetrating skin, the situation peeled back in the bright path breaching the white under- belly now draped in the patient maple is an opportunistic claw tipped now in the vicious verm...
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