Moon's Window
Moonlight through a window frame
casts a shadow grill on the floor
from my bed I watch
the six-paned moon dial
climb across the floor and wall
I can't sleep, again.
Like a movie clip
that loops over and over
Faerie and Flesh, I wonder
where She might be
again and again, until I fall
asleep, again.
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