I see your reflection

in my cellophane moon

a faraway moon that

sits lightly on the

evening’s staircase

while this wizened silence

stalks the land like gothic winds

even the sea falls and makes no sound

a carousel calls my name

from painted deer and nickelodeons

and melts into the slated night

the tambourine chimes

I cannot sleep

I cannot dream

I can only say your name

into the ringing gilded quiet

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