between the door and the night

I was caught between the moon and the door way
Reason and realism pulled me to peaces like dogs
lunar time presses the child out of me
Indego abyss looms over head,
The moon reins large,
Tinny pinpricks on an indigo back drop
Nothing foreign but rustling pine needles
The colors in the air tonight,
The breath in my lungs
Poltergeist rise from my nostrils
The two heavens, one above and one below
Stars and city lights
Velvet chill caress my cheek


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