untitled night

a frayed shirt
hangs still
in the window

thought I had forgotten 
that moment from yesterday

a silhouette of oak
climbs up the glass
frame of a moonlit eye

a color so shallow
jumps out of the pane
yet so deep it leaps 
back behind the space
it fills with its
strange delight

and a feeling of something unknown
imposes its brief order 
like a small bite
then slips its dark tail
back into the night

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