into the mouth
of trees
blackened by
shade
with the moon
settled
opaque
on the other
side
in the violent
blue sky.
we tumble
towards it,
arms and
legs, with
no thought
of what to hold
onto, or
feel. nothing
like this has
come before
us, or will
again. the
mystery of an
airless life
takes us whole.
leaves
nothing.
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