Within the Oily Wonder
What wicked things wail this way?
Nothing that I know of--
Only this cloaking curtain,
This mooned and muted shadowland...
All fright is found in non-disclosure
Within the oily wonder,
Punctured by scars and stars and
Wounded well-wishers
Wondering upon a sparrow'd wickedness.
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