here is the midnight
moon asking me to be
food again
traces of drought leafs
float into eel
drowned mouths
scale the bottom
with no way out
let this record set
in mud it must
lest lifted up
eels return
only to turn dead
moon asking me to be
food again
traces of drought leafs
float into eel
drowned mouths
scale the bottom
with no way out
let this record set
in mud it must
lest lifted up
eels return
only to turn dead
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