light of a moon in which
i do not believe
as a thing to stare into
the abyss is overrated
three trains blowing their horns
at the same time means what
from the spring only
a quiet gurgle
the distant anguished
bellow of a cow
what does an old man
really need but a stick
a phone screen’s ghost
can haunt your vision
in the moonlit snow
a dark portal fades