Flip-side shadows:
murky land—moonlight
uneven footsteps—assurance
of night vision
crouching in the dry,
beach grass—trees bellowing foreboding groans
blasted by the ocean
wind—skin to skin on my mother's breast
tethered—free.
Out on the boardwalk
Luna relumbrante.
Thoughts suspended in
gravitational clarity.
Luna.
Misty undertow of dreams
drawing in
the tide, the womb, the
mind, the heart.
Obscurity in reverse:
murky sky—moondark
land disintegrating
underfoot—eyes fixed above
arms outstretched on a
gusty flight—forest emptied of creature stirrings
blasted by the night's
stillness—pressed on by my mother's hand
anchored—free.
anchored—free.
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