| Moons In My Head
 >>
 >>A duel of gingerbread voices
 >>Crams up my sleep.
 >>
 >>Faces powdered red
 >>Dictating dimples
 >>Blur the rough
 >>Coral reefs
 >>
 >>Where the water-filled
 >>Skulls of Jericho
 >>Scrabble like a port of
 >>Grated tongues cleaving
 >>Sunken oysters.
 >>
 >>What is the moon doing
 >>beyond those wintry places
 >>
 >>Jaunting the center of the
 >>Hairy, brassy lit sky
 >>
 >>Luxuriating in
 >>like a face of warm bread
 >>Thickening late night rides
 >>
 >>I left winter behind
 >>Folded up those I loved into a
 >>Map of white nights
 >>
 >>Building claw marks up the air.
 >>Hiking upright
 >>
 >>Before the lustrous
 >>bullets you stand behind.
 >>
 >>What has manipulated you?
 >>Have you been unsinkably free and
 >>Angellic without a passable heart.
 >>The most victorious thing alive.
 >>Treasured from a distance
 >>Immune and deafened from negligence.
 >>
 >>Let me get there
 >>to loot the light and
 >>Weasel it into my eyes.
 >>Parching this unchannelable distress.
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