what sheets our sheets all that waterfall
of attempted forgiveness
an owl hovers in the blue darkness
in the brake an eruption of nothing
just a moment, nothing again
oh just a moment
never more, though, never
how
can such
neverness
be
when the sun still wears hats
and the moon
still breaks
every moment
like a far-off baby
that rides, crying
on the red shouts
of wolves
?
.
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