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Bit by Bit
I disappear
There are no cows
nor horses here
there is no land
to give me strength
sky silver blue
held at length
nothing closer
than the arm
the day
a bubble
the world
beyond

the planes
that left their trails
before
eaten by
the evening star
the intervening
breath
before darkness
lays its wreath
between
the devil
and the deep
a falling inward
asleep