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Fortunate

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By soma   |   Watch
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Published: June 29, 2005
It was fortunate,
that night,
that the moon was eaten raw.
In the garden,
light's claws
did not pick at my skin.

And again,
I set my eyes
against the glow of windowpanes.
The wind
looked for oceans
in the cupped shells of my ears.

I scanned
along the sky
for a door that wasn't there;
a rip,
a tear;
a hole to fill me up.

My hand was forced
with this absence
of a breach.
To rip,
and tear;
cut a hole to drain me out,

to fold
my mind and body
through the the needle of an eye.
It was fortunate,
that night,
that the moon was eaten raw.
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Outside it was quite dark...
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nice imagery....i can read this over and over again.
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