A concave moon
face poured out prophecy last
night around the time I left.
She spoke
without breathing in light
and told me to come back to her.
No more
neon
flashes cause my
sudden disappearances.
I’ve tattooed
this ground
with sleep.
Reflected pink goodbyes hide be
side an exiting son
of night.
The door is in the middle of the lake. I must
walk their alone with a map drawn
out in the sky.
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