The Moon And I
I gave all of my money to the moon.
If there was a different, better moon, I would find them instead.
But there’s only one in this life.
I live on earth.
The smell that I was accustomed to.
Plowing the field of torture.
Eating the apples that fall apart.
Sentience.
I could learn about the millions of stars without even opening my eyes.
I would just ask the ghost.
Who has a secret telescope.
He explains things very well, even with no mouth.
I gave all my money to the moon.
Who might be a stranger, after all.
I ate an old apple from the trash.
And thought I was a genius.
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