Red Moon
All eyes stare up in the night sky.
An amazing red moon stares back.
All these questions, but no real reply.
Red moon, red moon, who are you?
All thoughts of creation stop dead in their tracks.
Cosmic awareness is beginning to show itself.
It's hard to focus on the truth in the cracks.
It's even harder to understand books on the shelf.
All visions are becoming untangled.
Life's awakened realization is in the blood moon.
All sight will be strangled,
The truth shall unleash itself soon.
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