I walk on loud twigs
In a forest
I think I remember.
A sad moon
Shines on a horse
I used to own.
Underwater foxes
Dance in silence.
I wear my velvet soul
Stained with colors
I have never seen before.
I have dinner with
Five hundred ants.
They cook,
I bring vinegar.
Moss is on fire.
I dig a hole,
Burry my necklace.
The moth and the grass snake
Conspire against me.
I step back.
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