Moon

I cannot see you

But I can feel your wide encircling reflections

Twisting slowly, bruising everything

With a second-hand glow

 

We are losing the stars

But you remain

Our pock-marked watcher

An unrequited companion

In unimaginable solitude

 

Always mournful

Your craters tilt sullenly

Dripping light like an old, broken tap

 

A light you can suffer

Safe in its secrecy

A white excuse

Creator of the deepest shadows

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