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Asmauola
9 months ago
The moon escaped the sky
convinced it roamed
Leaping like a frog where light
had never shone
It asked no why, no how, ignored the signs
Believed the fall was freedom, not design
It lost itself,grew small within the dip
A fading thought, a torn and broken slip
Baseless, fading wobbing into the sand
Unaware, it weakened in its wandering hand
It wasted slowly chasing borrowed glow
Mistaking drift for power it should know
If only part of it still touched the ground
Perhaps its mind would frame a clearer sound
Then sense might mirror sight into the blind
Unseal the eyes, awake the drifting mind
And tame the lust that trembled deep inside
A script remembered, not denied
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