Moonslick on water stilled by
a mighty hand at
night. Moon full
and bursting and I feel the
seeds rising
in me toward it.
Cold and small cold sweat
on all things. Across the water there is a flicker
a tongue lash of light, and
I see that
there is no day and no
night and
they are one inside the
footsteps I plant
along this way.
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