Mad-hatter of a glitter-eyed
night, send our ghosts a savior.
Kiss our strength away
until our being blends into the moon.
Broken under this bald clap of light, half-dead
bugs sizzle in the shag carpet. Deliver us
over to that fruited flesh, into that smooth
darkness where we can hide together.
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