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winter moon
daring a flawed moon to shrink above naked trees I find melancholy riding in the songs of late hours with a pallid light longing for much more than cycles and skulls bouncing on the surface of a full stop
a pale dance above the trees a silvery silence of boughs slow in frosty nights a crackling sound water turns to ice tarnished darkness tattered blue with fallen skies is finally taken by silent voice rising
a rift in time a tip of the hat solar clocks that evenings will abridge in a long summary gone with dark grinding of forgotten bones toys sea salt and the kind of a sermon birds wait for
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