with a deep longing and
a dry talent for dooms-
day formulations
a heaviness in the room
the sensation of being
weighted down like a balloon
or like a baboon in a zoo
then a full green moon arose
I must say majestically
robed in her usual attire
of mixed choiring clouds
and the white heat of the sun’s fire
that the moon can still move us
after all we’ve been through together
and all we have still to inspire
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