Drifting into the moon’s blue silence
I am lightning’s ferret
I follow the question’s abundant snowmarks
Flowing in darkness, freezing at dawn.

Pulled through the sun’s magnetic light
I am a name the storm’s lips swallow
Her memory sets my eyes on fire
The ashes make ghosts within the wind’s kiss.

Jan 22, 2012

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