dog day’s end

blankets round their limbs to hasten
drowning soaked up
rolling clouds’ reflective mood,
gathered weight from
the curl of deepest bloodflow,

hovered on the sprawl of night
cold loss drifting
towards muddy gaze, water’s
flight through airspun lungs;
hush, though the radar’s deaf down here

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