I saw the Moon
Half-sunk in Her Icey blue
I saw the Moon
Dark-Dented, fake-laked
What Horror! The Moon
Boundriless and Somehow Another New
Landscape I've Saved
For my Own keeping
how how how
a mirror and I'm there, Atop
or beside you, I Feel the equal
Time as distance
Nostalgia for you as I do
Queer Familiarity for this Satellite-like
Planatoid
Another Walker in my sky, with rude fate
To circle your lover forever
An odd Gravity suggests
it'll be a millenia before I
stop
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