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I went on a walk alone in the night

When the clouds were blue Sex and the mountains were lights

The stars were cats cradle and the planets were kites

The pale yellow moon was drinking tea in her bed 

She was pulling my blood, she was cradling my head 

And for once I felt sage and safe in my round-body-home 

In my star-spackled eyes and the books in my bones.

And a sweet hallelujah twisted out of me, perfect—

all the letters cased in star-spray. 

And the moon had to take her big holy hands and hold me down

Just to keep me from floating up and away.