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Shoot the Moon

I cannot still believe my karma When all drab hope expired And with it my faith In humanity - We met. I do not question Fate, It's snakelike ripcord slither; I accept whole the dream For fear it is - Not real. I will not court denial, Kiss belief in this fortune; The living treasure you bestow Upon my being - Breathes exultant. I know only these things: Life weeps fluid ephemeral, And bludgeoned by impairment; Yet together we may shoot - The moon.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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