to the horizon on empty

oh winter night

let the moon
toss aside her spectacles
to see my thoughts

perhaps like Schrodinger’s chasm 
heads are where dreams gallop 
side by side with blindness

peer and peer again
among my trembling songs of heresy,
to see split staves

and cleft tree forks
and hear the wind’s haunting vibrato
like lipstick on dolomite

blowing kisses in the cold

Miz Quickly’s image based prompt:

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