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Cramps the tool – wrench

under the breast

the New Worm Moon is desperate

and reflects it's none-ness

on to the midnight street

fingers each leaf of fate

the evolution of skin

softens

under longings totem

the folds of ocean tides

under the influence of

moons moribund ride

returns blue and

pale, an easy Phoebe

in the weeks to

come, oh yeah clandestine

rose over our

back lot trees

one single star, or

Jupiter, angry

sputtering and alone

waiting for crisp

union, in springs soft

water dissolution.