There's no inspecting
The bag
Of a migrating mind
Hastily packed at dawn
Multi-chambered heart
Hacked
Beats incoherently
Longs
To be trapped
Inside the infinity mirror
Of love
The pure joy
Of joint attention
Two kids inspecting
A snake crawling inside a fish
Eating it inside out
Voices grow loud
Yet
Yet
No more questions
Are asked
The light is set
Not even shadows can be read
On the darkened face
Of a perpetually
Eclipsed Moon
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