Something Behind
The tendrilled fingertips oil their way
from shadow black empty tree limbs
moonlight limps its way
between clouds that grey from the dark
the deep dead spitting splinters
of long gone stars
the close darkness holding
your concern a little two long
will there be evil vile live eyes looking back
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