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Coursing through the shallow space
Between prose and poetry
Between paranoia and precognition
Between dreaming and waking


Poised in the sweet damp air
Of a moonless midsummer's night
Moist, leathery wings a flutter
Sending out a soundless cry

I listen for its return
Hoping to catch the outlines
Of shapes unseen
But heard and deeply felt