Wolves howl because they can't make rope;
the sound of it is a sound-rope.
In August 1846 the moon
skipped one of its phases.
I have touched every object
on your bedside table.
The comb and mirror
represent the moon.
when the moon forgets you in the city
it is for lack of wolves, to shout their rope and haul.
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