Non-Erotic PoetryStraight Flushscouring the blessed night for respite
like the moon's lover a screech owl
skewered through and through
its rippled talons outstretched
its gasps of breaths its squawk
of confusion and realization
of nonexistence then, and then,
the final spiral to the dangerous ground.
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