8ights poems

thankless the phalanx of
slivverized moon
silverized spoon in the mouth of the clouds
shrouded, the cavernous
negative space
the moon more & more
with shadowed face

Rain fails to fall
not for gravity's sake—
the lack of a chemistry taking the space—

of easiness glow,
         contentedly slow,
eking her tentative halo.

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as the lonely talker walking lonely:
only lovely rambling ends the hungry roving
rather rather rolling eyes
defy the mind from falling fixed
the roving eyes, a catalyst
to keep the form from forming
the whole maintains its storming
warning lonely talkers walking only—only slowly.

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