03 Dec Fever
Full moon on my rightangel on my left ‑myself, throbbingin between.Hot mask looks aroundseeks meaningsounds return shadowsseeking company.A fevered translationtwixt echo and cliffhangs breathlessunruffled.this landof the hooked beakand amber eye ‑shows watchful, symmetryfull silver, soft wingsenchanting presences.Gold roosts in my eye ‑the eagle in my...