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Moonbeam
Deep dream
What seems
Clear

Sometimes isn’t
Here
Inner ear
In her mere moment

Casting down
Looking up
Shaft of light
Shadow deep
Ochre grey

Lead the way
Through the night
Blackest light
Wish I may, Wish I might

Find the path
Through the grass
In the weeds
Searching deeds

Heading home
To the door 
Place to be
Would that I could see
In the dark