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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