Night sight
In flight to bite
The swoop and swoon
Of cold air soaring
The rushing wind
Speaks a promise
Of sweet metallic
Meal to come
Dive and
Arrive
To feed past fur
Deep through skin
Refresh the soul
That knows
No sin.
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
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