Are you the Pitch
that chases me down
Intoxicating night
Are you made of Tar
a molten menace of martyr
in a Pilgrims' plight
O Holes in haloed glow
the other side of Man
Lunar eclipse
Am I now Prey
stalked in marshy fear
Fight or Flight
Am I Bound
leaden in black
Blind sighted
O Past the meridian
shrouded We rest
sleeping Tight
The insatiable appetite
Whet by Moon Shine
"The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand."-Frederick L. Knowles
The title of this poem is a fragmented quote extracted from George Elliot (a.k.a. Mary Anne Cross) "The Spanish Gypsy", 1864-1868.
Image taken by Jon Sullivan, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Nov. 2002, "Some sort of moon like thing".
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