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Verse de la Nuit Out of Orbit
Phase One
Sticky notes posted in dark the moth’s wings dusting the night
Phase Two
The water always peaking somewhere,
afar,
reaching for more liquidity.
Last Phase
The moon, myself: out of orbit,
a silver fish drowning in some god’s mouth.
©lidice megla. Nanaimo, 2018