Surprised me when I looked up
The wasting half-moon in the totally
Blue sky of two in the afternoon
Like the last patch of the first snow
On a mountain I'd never noticed before
I try to swallow whatever's
Given me I always try gratitude first
But often later I have to spit it out
And cruelty in any form
Makes me vomit in my throat
But when I saw that morsel moon
I knew how starving I really was
For food of a different sort
And swallowed it whole with my heart
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