at times a small lake appears
in the middle of a big green carpet
where woods peg on basalt cliffs –
dazzling shards of dark blue pointing,
fangs getting into soft dreams
dropping, falling, plunging
into pearl white tears of the moon
clustering in the hollow
of missed heartbeats
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