i'll still worry
about your mind
the landscape of stars
these days the night
dies in silver
no later than 4 pm
the thought of losing
everything is the sliver of moon
and the darkness of your house's
windows when i get high and walk
around the neighborhood after midnight
last night i dreamt you drowned
in the silver sea
your hair like the ink
from a sunken red cedar
i remembered this time
not to save you
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