baited fishhook moontrolls the thin matter of twilight one eyelid of lightone slit scale on the fin of dawn dangling like a silk chemise,across the back of the night’s chair little sawyer moon,little snag-edge librating in river’s bed snares from the current’s umbra                   a kiss from those luminous lips a falcated honestyrising in the aureola of day like Eos unable to sleep…

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