Moonscape
The yellow mother's eye burns up there. Everywhere night lies like a blue cloth. There is no question that I am sucking air. I am only a little picture book. Houses capture dreams of motley sleepers As though in nets in the windows. Autos creep like ladybugs Up luminous streets.
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"The yellow mother's eye burns up there...."
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