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weak ghouls
they flee
so easily
mornings
the fresh darkness
at my kitchen table
silence sinks deep
stitching organs strong
I am in love
with the cold wind
and dark early walks
the sun is gone
this hour
in my electric light
I was attacked by fear demons last night
they were singing death
racing my heart
and sweating my bed
I crawled in
their gullets
easing peace
mysterious again
this morning
the dark pail
of riddles
to shake and rattle
