Is it the bright otter moon
leaping between the blue
flying clouds its half-
surfacing head in white
water driven from rock
to rock makes me
want to lie down and watch
in this wet grass in
the middle of the night
they might still come
for me the angels
of my youth or is it
you yourself moon
stern coffin of Osiris
Lord of forms
first picture of first word
already flown
from my mouth?
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