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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Searching for Blood

Inside a mosquito net, sky-blue,

tiny questions make ellipses around me.

The tiny, whining questions of life

occasionally quieten,

then start up again from nowhere.

My skin burns with uncertainties.

Even the night whines,

searching for blood.

Mountains of the Moon, Bayou Music

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