shaking leg
prayers in the early morning
about what we worry what makes us tremble or sigh;
when the moon is out
red blooded by nature's cosmetics
it burns a halo
for these prayers
cross legged or lover embrace
in the dreams
dreams are preying
enter the slow hum of the music
on empty,
we battle
& together
this life
fragile peril
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