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moon, tyrant of the sea, may the tides be her bedding the witch-tongue her means to speak & the umber-furl of pine’s spectral mist her hair to tangle unfathomable nightbirds shed their tears of the Estranged where voids ache in the empty air come to me, the lilies spill from the mouth of mourning infinitely into every distance I am changed buried in the dark movements of beloved the unwritten laws of water shadow-bringing master, I took, and was taken, I had to touch, and hold, all that was not mine a hunger that did not belong to me Selene, I see your pale restlessness in a sky of thieves you are like me, gone, unsung, forgotten made to wander over the sea where the fine-boned wind breathes hold me to my name, the kingdom of wheat and the shore I belong to press the old-woods to your lips and draw meals, bleeding silver sideways into marshland, the dark human waters of mother already, I am part of you
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