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Cold jaundiced eye
glowers at me
as it opens
above the ridge.
Stalks me at night,
I cannot sleep,
but run away
from urgent pull
that draws me in.
Incessant need
to be beneath
pale scrutiny
till the shadows
melt in morning,
cede resistance,
to rising sun.

M. Zane McClellan

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