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the darkness covers our eyes and so
we are left to ears, noses, hands
we are at the mercy of
lips, skin, tongues
the absence of one sense
enhancing the others
"do you hear that?" he asks
the wolves cry to the absent moon
"do you feel that?" he asks
there is a howl trembling in his chest
in the next two breaths
i can only hear my own
tú no hablas la lenguaje, pero es tuyo
I whisper
tú no vives en este cuerpo, pero es tuyo
I whisper
a ti no te gusta las mujeres que corren con los lobos
pero tú eres un lobo
y tú corres por siempre
far off, he replies to his moon
but i will always return, little one
his voice echoes between the stars
follow the night and dream of daytime
one foot in front of the other
i make my way between the trees
the darkness covers our eyes and so
we become it