Laden Moon
Far from the laden moon
amber waves caress my mood.
Giving and taking the picture perfect
pitch in the phonetical phoenix
rising into power.
Stroking the ether and blending and
bleeding faults forever entombed
in the mineral-rich bed made by the
maid in her lunacy.
In lunar spectacular radiance
foaming in perfection the amber waves
caress my mood from the laden moon.
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