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DARK SIDE
The Moon feels naught in futile circling
far off in bland acceptance of our plight;
while in that feeble light we half-blind stray
to situations shunned in light of day.
Her beams afford us sight attenuate
allowing indiscretions - thought and deed
and poets then, that cold dead orb invest
with subtle attributes no whit possessed.
As folly nightl...
Friday 25th October 2013 12:01 pm
Lycanthropy
I am a coiled spring
in the celestial timepiece,
of the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am a servant of your rotation.
In a silent sky, black as onyx,
I sleep in peace,
but as the clock strikes full moon,
I ache with the restlessness
of a tortured man.
Sunday 3rd March 2013 6:15 pm
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