mossy regret

o’er the dreams
i dreamt
when sleep
i slept
the tenebrae of loss
doth permeate

for none
call in the night
the whooping crane
pierced
by fangs
with venomous drip

beseeched
by the betterment
of mossy regret
to perch high
upon yon
beleaguered soul

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