TWO

Moon shadows are the most terrifying sort they double sometimes triple in front of you crossing paths I run to outrun the stolid phantoms they float on ahead and laugh those sanguine fish-less fishermen in carny waltz home own early drunken hours they saunter tilt sway collide and soon you come to admit this whole bitter time you are the one chasing your very own shadows so come morning before bright I lace up again and though I pray I strain harder— the spirits win they `remain just racing faster into what is trapped what is already passed something in this black cycle isn’t whole I run to fill holes to make right what went wrong and rescue all it was that brought me here to this enervating loop de loop de loop I wake up for another round I get up this morning I clear my stale throat this morning there is a new moon no moon no shady troupe about I never do this but this time I change my old route just to test the dark ghosts who I can hear the adumbration of though I can’t conceive ahead so I look back and so far back those shadows can’t keep pace

Moon shadows are the most terrifying sort they double sometimes triple in front of you crossing paths I run to outrun the stolid phantoms they float on ahead and laugh those sanguine fish-less fishermen in carny waltz home own early drunken hours they saunter tilt sway collide and soon you come to admit this whole bitter time you are the one chasing your very own shadows so come morning before bright I lace up again and though I pray I strain harder— the spirits win they `remain just racing faster into what is trapped what is already passed something in this black cycle isn’t whole I run to fill holes to make right what went wrong and rescue all it was that brought me here to this enervating loop de loop de loop I wake up for another round I get up this morning I clear my stale throat this morning there is a new moon no moon no shady troupe about I never do this but this time I change my old route just to test the dark ghosts who I can hear the adumbration of though I can’t conceive ahead so I look back and so far back those shadows can’t keep pace

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