Forgotten Ground Regained

Midday Moon

Midday moonIt’s nearing noonStill you stagger your stationsYou’re laggingYou’re lurkingHalf hidden in lightIn the peace of impossible patience
Midday moonYour face like boneYour faded frameless foreheadYour cheeksAnd chinYour jagged glass-gashed grinYou’re cratered miscreated sky-corroded
Midday moonYou’re sinking soonIn the furrowing future Still finiteStill lonelyStill lovelyUnadorned and adriftIn the silence of insolent sunlight
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