the moon descends on your mind
like a magnet. there. I have taken
it. it is mine and yours and no one
else's. forget what it did to you before.
it has one job, to rise and set, and
it always plays the bad guy, though
you know it doesn't want to. pity.
pity the celestial body as misunderstood
as the moon. pity the moon.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
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