Cancer

Shoulders broad, wide the weight rest. more is piled on. because there is more room. the night guarantees the dawn. but the night is where it happened. between the finish and the start and in that order when they are not watching. more weight. craving the load. hating the heaviness. knowing the sun is there. The brightness of the moon insures its distance the hours the hours 11, 12, then 1 again lucky enough to not know. to not know the dawn by name but only as day but that is where it started that is where the end started, that day, that day before the end the cancer has told a story. it told the worst story, one with out an end the finish nor the start separate themselves. only the hours in-between. 11, 12 then 1 again heaviness accumulates. shoulders broad, wide to stare at the sun light. rather its reflection in the moon, to understand light, to not be blinded by it, that is night. that is the end……….just before the beginning……and in that order