Spent
What if the one you need
is the one you never find
lost in a lagoon of lost
the silver freckled mist
hesitant above the black treacle surface
swallowing the stars and
eating the lunar aura
Shadow
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S??po? reflections spawn their finger tendrils
down the hillside
and delve into the gutters
scraping for lights embered dying
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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