Full moon shadowed behind clouds
The pale yellow dream threads
like the light of my illumination.
Sputtering candle flame;
close, and warm, and fragile, and finite,
like my heart.
Distant cold reflective moon, reflecting light but no heat;
so sublime, so unreachable, so infinite.
My own body rests in the snow on the ground
very cold, very silent, very still, very empty
with the full moon ship sailing on behind clouds.
Dec. 6, 2016, 12:34am
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