be hush
be here
as we decline
into the night
daylight
disappears
all soaked up
in sheets
(i think)
the sun has expired
pale-like:
a snow-white sparrow’s wing
(i am)
out in the void
night sky
“drift”
,says
the moon
dressed warmly
in clouds
sigh
i imply
quiet
“we point so easily
when we’re not
the night’s
, limp-winged
&
frail”
be hush
be here
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