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1. In its entirety, the universe
circles about with snapping jaws.
Waiting to be eaten, I lie
still at night, stiff
as the carapace of love.

The only sound
the sucking of eyelids.
The only movement my throat,
its murmuration of starlings.


2. The mountains waded
knee-deep in wild grain.
I moved deep into them, they asked
do you hate them no only
the heavy etch of fingerprints do you
aspire to oceans no only
their uncertain bathometer do you
seek succor from fear no only
a return to myopia.

Silent, gleaming slate blue
in the afternoon sun,
they opened their maw
and took me in.