tail like silk
ah
delirium
mane like mercury
a cutting edge roar
bounds over counter
clasps ears with
slippery palms
an anvil eye
unblistered sky
nobody saw
summer's denizen
how then
does a blood-
hound
follow ghosts
into thick
crescents of
trees
ah
delirium
the morning
breaks
on its knees
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