Across a dusky barren meadow—coarse,
Beneath a liquid, burning, somber moon,
Bursting with color, anger, joy, and fear
(a lion portent of deeper circles)
Around a hedge o’erflowing and raucous,
A freezing western wind retreats;
A vicious lover, false, with smiles,
Leaving only stillness. Calm, serene, dead.
The memory remains, frozen on my skin.
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