when dreams cry

The Oracle, as usual, sees both sides, and aligns herself with the moon.

the storm whispers
beneath language raining
a symphony of raw shadows

no no the moon sings

stop crushing my ship
with your bitter mad lust
for death

retongue your music with seawinds
swimming skylight into gardens
of mothering life

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