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your tiger by Rg Gregory
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon)
in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses have licked it into nothingness
hooked by moon i hover on your hollow's lip i feel the smell of fire the leap of a bright cat-fur
my eye is dumb asking to be devoured i am trembled over (a bag of fear-bones)
there is a whoosh of flame streaking but static at your night's abundance tall grass is waving
the moon waxes the face of the tiger sparkles in its own glow offers a striped peace
fireflies come my way messages are calm i step inwards stroking the bright pelt
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