And there,
hung the moon,
in a night,
black with weight,
and my shadow cast like an island.
The sign posts said nothing,
and the ribboned crows
looked down
to the dark lanes aside,
where the souls walked blind,
while the seeing eyes were taken
by the pinch of a neb
and hands of those blind.
And the moon just hung there,
and the moon just hung there.
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