produced a lot of stuff - I have been waking up at 0230 for some reason.
Capricorn rising:
Half-moon in a veil of tears
Sails the southern sky.
I'm over here, Lord
Sitting in the back pew again
All decked out in Hope.
Chatauqua Mountain
red rock ablaze in dawn's cold fire:
January morning.
My lonely heart runs
with the moon, up the canyon,
catching on a star.
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