9 October 2025
19 October 2025
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my bare feet tread moonlight
comfortable for now
on carpet concrete grass highway
into the country
clowns fall from clouds
to join me
of course I see through them
(what is urgent of the moment
being long gone)
dark edges, words, sneak by,
the feet below my moonlight
know where we’re going
through a night video
the soundtrack breathes
a cool wind tips my neck
it’s your hand which I had forgotten
come back, it says,
before it is too late