November Moon
November moon,
dangling pearl
trailing the face of dusk
like a brooding tear.
Morpheus leads our way
through luminous sleep,
through stained glass shards of
our multiverse.
November moon,
you languish unrealized,
in somber slumber fog.
Our mortal arousal,
our wounds are reopened.
Morpheus leads our way,
through lustrous ruminations,
through spiraling remnants of
our Megaverse.
November moon
We hardly notice you
in our narcoleptic cloud,
our emergent consciousness,
our collective imagination.
Morpheus leads our way
through refulgent recall,
through steep sleep stages,
where we are unified
as one.
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