A Crescent Moon rises From My PalmFar from the brink of time
The night's magic flickers
Inside a lizard's eyes
Stones and sands, out of their stillness
Dangerous heartbeats begin to throb
As the mouth of the desert opens
White bones mixed with the scent of burning twigs
Flashes of phantoms circle the fire
A raven flaps his wings above
A serpent hisses below
Stormy wind knocks on my spine
My throat howls
To a summon from the wild
My feet prance like a deer
To an underworld full of tracks
Soft fur, wet scales, fluttering feathers
Wild beasts resume their shapes
Beneath my skin and inside my skull
White sleep hangs heavily on cactus leaves
Time curves, space explodes
A crescent moon rises from my palm
Death perches upon my shoulders
Quite like an owl
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