The Cruel Moon

As I lay in bed

The cruel moon rose

Through closed curtains

I was nothing. I became

Every crevice and dark corner

Filed-away memories

Friends and family sailed by

In the moon's milky brine

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I turned on the fake

Clinical light

Which dispelled the cruel moon in an instant

From the corners - at least

But I could not sleep

The sharpness, the unnaturalness

The unjustified flick of a switch

A twitch, cutting

Nature into pieces

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Oddly,

I can only admire

The dreadful moon now

The aching, crying moon

Splashed across the clouds

Whispering cruelty without friends

Or family to speak of

I think it was trying it's best to reach me

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So I sat there

And admired the moon

With my light on

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The Thinker

Your Beauty Is In The Way