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I have no ears for moons
nor eyes for the snapping of limbs
against each other in the wind,
these come to me piecemeal by different senses
to be assembled in a dark place in a dream
of moonlit-windy-night
where all upsides are glazed in silver
while underneath are shadows;
and shadows, forever, have no eyes
nor ears nor tongues
by Jim Culleny
3/11/16
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Blink 