No No

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No No

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the fog rolls ‘cross the lowlands
smothering damp and languid
dense with dread
ominous and dangerous

twilight having receded
moonlight labors hard
slowly shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud

gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees
their spindly spiked branches
thrust skyward knobbed and twisted
their trunks bent threateningly.

muffled deep within my soul
a chaotic chill of seeming voices
shiver a darkly indecipherable
no no novemburrr

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rob kistner © 2020

 

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