Lunar Concerns
I refuse to deny the moon it's glimmer
cause the Sun failed my days in the dead of winter.
A shooting star, caught lagging.
Rough start out the gate,
shoes tightened, jockey alert
eyes vacant.
I shall celebrate the moon,
not for illuminating the night
nor for giving birth to shadows
that hide things that go bump,
when sleep evades me, or pleasure evades them.
I celebrate the moon for showing the night the clouds.
cause the Sun failed my days in the dead of winter.
A shooting star, caught lagging.
Rough start out the gate,
shoes tightened, jockey alert
eyes vacant.
I shall celebrate the moon,
not for illuminating the night
nor for giving birth to shadows
that hide things that go bump,
when sleep evades me, or pleasure evades them.
I celebrate the moon for showing the night the clouds.
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