Night Moves
UNSUPPORTED CODE NIGHT MOVES
wrapped in a shroud
pread-eagled man
lies… dreamless
in the unmade
grave of his bed
beams glare on his
mooning face
as his hands clench
on the nights long
throat
©Kim van Breda—August 2015
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