Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Wolf
Winds sweep through the branches, and past them I
Observe the satellite of my howling impulses.
Lunar intoxicant swims deep into my blood, and
From man I am transformed.
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