by Olivia Lewis
The place that is dark without space and the moonlight off the pond
The moonlight off the pond shimmered
Ice-cold but jagged
And above something rushing
A dark dusk wraith
And a dark branch cuts in two the moon
This place is all wrong
It is without space
What is that—
It is the gray
It is soft and silent
Close your eyes
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