so fog embraces tight lee
there is no view / only mystery
hidden in dense moisture /
she fights the sick / germs foaming
in the back of the nose / general malaise
of bones back & muscle / oh my aching legs
the full moon / my moon
belly ripe with blood
i'm pulled toward the water
& st.ill i remain concealed by mountains
sky presses down / /
she stays in / self imposed exile
days drift / week slides by
& the end of january is upon us
day light creeps up / & the days
are longer / /
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