it's not the same...
it's not the same
this need
to belong
to truly be part
of the moon
reach unknown galaxies with a wink
but it must be specific
local
ready to part with its maker
blending
into obscurity
Moonlit Path
a curtain of black
covered in bright stars
waits for you
and without hesitation
you follow a moonlit path
towards it
your gait
an awkward pace
I follow many feet away
closing the gap
would wake you
and the trees
would push in to stop me
from reaching you
the closer you are
the darker the night
and the stars rise up
ever so high
here I leave you with…
here i leave you with what is desired
a moonstone and a journey
slipping from the fingers
live and die
opposites of life
take them and cry
tomorrow it brings happiness
if the mind is clear
Fruit
it takes several piercings for the skin to break
dull knife slows the irreversible process
juice spatters on shirt already stained with ochre
oxygen discolors the flesh
a taste like vinegar permeates
slicing further, the seeds spill on the ground
reverse and position themselves between toes
sprouting stems and leaves that reach the sky
gazing at the moon, the promise of an end comes
and the knife shatters the core- the life spine-
flesh splits open and another sky empties on my palm
rubbing it against the shirt to clear
it becomes trapped and dull knife slices open
the only thing keeping this being alive
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