Orion hunts under the moon --
everything is alive
i see
--
illusion of the door closing in the dark
a play of shadows on the black mirror
in the dusk room my lover's camera
--
a hundred crows cawing maccabre
in the haunted blue dawn --
puddles trap the echo wings cut the fog,
wires sag beneath the black bodies
--
bone thin boys in a dim garage --
"hold on,
i lost my phone in my hair"
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