new moon

sighing gaze, relief
up in the sky, floating high
a day's toil and turmoil
now swallowed up, entire
each breath smooth and free
there's even not enough moon
for it to really be blue

 

 

changemoon

◄ compensatory delusion

poetic succession ►

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