the moon as aggressor

the moon slipped lower
heading straight for the hills

it became a red swinging thing
marking our moving places along the valley

the shifting was addictive
as the living ground and sky transformed

we were left alone
with remnants we wove into tales of escape

the moon took our voice
and forced a song of release

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