wind, moon, and stars
the leaves sing silver
the road's a dream from near to far
and in the lake lives a chamelion
lit up by passive, knowing stars
lake, swans, and ducks.
the water's mellowing
the street light's tired of being bugged
my shadow's silver where it's shallow
by webbed red feet it's gently plucked.
love, loss, and Death
the wind's a-gossiping,
"She seeks companions by stealth
she'll snatch you from a world of "possible"
so tell the bitch to go to hell!"
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