A wedding dance of owls

A wedding dance of owls
Against a full moon...
...I'm out of words
And out of spittle

To swallow the lump
Forming in my throat,
My letters are hardly visible
But it's not their fault,

I scratch in text
Barely touching the ground -
The flaming dream path
Went off track all round.


9 сентября 2014 года


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