Shallow

You, with the moon, in the mirror

stiff at the sharpening stone

keeping the deepening dreamer

asleep in the shallowher, with the war, in the corner

ripping the pillows up slow

sending the feathers away with

the shimmering snowand i, in the wake of an angelfish,

float on my own

i, in the shape of an avalanche,

quake in the cold

i, in the shadow of everyone,

carry on slow

i, at the end of a line,

toe it alone

he, with the hands of an answer,

stands at the edge of awake

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