This is how you disappear
Out between midnight
Called up under valleys
Of torches and stars
Foot, knee, shaggy belly, face
Famous hindlegs
As one of their own
You graze with them
Cro-magnon herders
Will stand in the wind
Sweeping tails shining
And scaled to begin
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– to where necks
Leave the air
Unpossesed
And giant heads lock
Constellations
A last grain of dust
Lands in the darkness
On tongues laid bare
And turning to chalk
Shutting down here
Freezing in red
Bent over his ice skin
The insomniac gnaws
In the On-Offs;
He is glazed
In the hooves
All round
It is losing its shape
Losing its shape
As the heat
In your hands
Carve the muscle
Away
And he grins
From a break
In a backflash
Delivers it up
On a break
In a backflash
Motionless brands
Burn into a hipframe
As a saviour
Loads sightlines
Backlit by fires
On the ridges
Of the highest
Breeder