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©2021 Michael Raven

tomorrow is the moon
i heard it on the wind
coming in with each
silver scythe crosscut gust
scarlet on her tongue
hunger and obscenity
howling round pillars
to fallen gods
we wished her here
lacuna and lumen
nightsongs in the air

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