by Olivia Lewis
The place that is dark without space and the moonlight off the pond (The Gray)
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
That cat-footed up to you
You never noticed
Close your eyes
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Last updated June 15, 2011