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Not Averse
Wake as three screams take
Flight, from window to shadow
A child’s voice deepens,
Like a changeling held
Over the flame, some strange trapped,
Untranslatable pain.
What taste on the air
Led you here? See her red hair
Last night, gaping smile,
Sharp with the earth’s slow
Bleed, four nights till it sheds
Its shadow to bloom
In the vast, dust-filled
Maria of a hidden
Moon. Now your shadow
Blots the sky, what is
It looks to flower in your
Cries, but falls fallow?
Go hungry dear fox
Do not bloody my door, there
Is nothing for you
In this night. Redshift
The stars black—do you still feel
Their loss? My wife stirs,
As our son within
Wakes, to return to dream—the
Stars will wait for him.