muzzling the night

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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