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

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