made their dark imprint.
The cold dawn fell on one leaf
and turned. A rainbow helmet
expanded over cliffs
and wild woods.
Stalks crashed in the penetrative night.
Suds of mercy and sand blasted blood.
Waking on a fabric of rabbit knuckles
listening to coins plink
in the wooden distance
dry library to laundry chute
the swirling moon.
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