On Listening To Pink Floyd

I too have a dark side
I am like the moon
With a side that never lights up 
Then there is the lighter me 
Totally transparent 
Naked without delusions 
She looks through me
Like I was a sheet of glass
Her gaze slicing through proximity
As if there were a distant me
She scarps with the dark side
Dense like a dejected piece of lead
Tries to reach out to me 
But I am not there behind the doors 
Of my own making 
I leave her struggling
On the edge of attachment 
Pick up a piece of chalk 
To draw my outline on the tired pavement

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