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The Moon Speaks with Forked Tongue
Night's crush spills black ink the moon unzips hidden seams turns souls inside out foreboding haunts chokes the air mystery bleeds from her face Night leans on the shore moon's breath a blade of silver cooling tepid skin the tide tongues open raw seams salting wounds to sting and heal Moon bends in bow arc stringing light across the sea searching for fractures beneath the unblinking glare shadows cower, faint, exposed She writhes feral, drenched— her breasts plunge in black water eyes white with hunger— she rips at our fraying threads, raising fear to blaze with flame. Hopes rise in moon's mist drawn up by her silver hand spilling into dreams— she gathers us in like tides weaving paths to becoming Light stings into lust with hymns strummed on naked thighs a harp of end chords— every string the ocean plucks screams in time with tug of tide Dawn scars the moon's face her ghost hides behind torn clouds soft unrepentant— the lilt of her vanished hymn echoes a throb in our bones Oh sister of night oracle of ebb and surge you hiss with forked tongue— what prophecy do you bear light's mercy or void's abyss?
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