blather
oceangaze__shark
globalfruitbat night watcher
you stop my urgent run, strafing from wall to wall
caught in the glare of your eyes
freeze

there are moons out there waiting
for one small step to
jump you


kill the essence
wrap it in throns and see what I have become

lost in blood, I
won't need this loss until you
make your piercing call

owls are faster and yet
you still own the wings

where are you now,
mother of the gold
father of the boat that sails
down words

ever encompassing and rejecting

there is only one way past this maze
of no retreat.
feast and you will find it.
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