Memento on the Moon

the glaze of my gaze is shattered
by my own hand, the contents stolen
so, it is both a lie and the truth
when I tell you that I have nothing
I leave you the art of this emptiness
both you and I, by design, destined to yearn
the void ~ a masterpiece of obsession
an illusion of rapture that waxes and wanes
resisting any real break from orbit
the fathoms of our intoxicating fever dream
become somehow for sale
yet the ownership of this space between us
always falls back into our hands
with a higher price paid, every time
for not ever fully letting it go
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2025
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