Lines of silver blood
run like a pipeline leading
diamond colored moonlight
to a tap.

The faucet gushes
tiny threads of moonshine;
hidden in the shiny ponytail
of flowing dark is the smallest
human being that ever was:

White bridal falls
plunge over a moon precipice.
This waterfall holds the girl in its hands;
in the river, her waterlogged,
translucent dress moonwalks
in depths unplumbed for
lack of gravity.

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