• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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the white goddess – a tripple quintain

you taunt
me all my hours
white goddess of the night
my fate lies in the lines that you
unveil

in that
the clear blue light
of the morning after
the evidence lies in those lines
contrail

there and
slowly fading
those telltale dragon signs
begetters of my paper moon's
travail

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