there’s a face
your mask makes,
eyes aimed longingly
toward the sun’s
graceful exit.
whispery smoke floating off
on a frosty morning’s neck.
intoxicate me,
and make me earthbound,
with only your shattering echoing
cry; your perilous rhythms pounding
in my heart...
the stillness that lows at nightfall,
whispering the names escaping from
the creeping darkness beyond
the fire’s fading glow.
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