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The Moon's AfootGasping moonlight signals through a cloudy ocean beard.

The Skin of NightStill bodies of flies and dragonflies glint, clinging to the cool, glass skin of dimming florescent lights.

The Stalker's EyeBeneath an orange orb of sodium vapour the glinting lawn looks like a nest of razorblades.

NestCrickets loom slick and black with the dank breath of December fog nestled on their backs.The Skin of Fog They sound like coughing hinges, tonight.