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.