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drive the moon into the ground,
and it will spin and skitter, along the cliff-face,
and not touch the water,
wavering,

to drive the shadow out,

chase it around the corners, falling
through the trees, it will
flash behind you, high on the slope,
then flash out at the turn,

as the stars spread across the valley
below, spinning in and out 
of vision, between the tree trunks
and rise high

to track you, through the grass
rolling along the river-line, 
to rest high in the dark
above the light at the corner