Worry Rusts the Moon
pools of thought,
autumn forests of sadness,
of happiness.
worry rusts the moon
as it peers through its silver radiance.
can you see the sun lurking
beneath our feet?
it is giving life to what
we are presently unable to see.
lights continue to flicker
between the trees.
each trunk is a pole
that divides the obtainable
from the impossible.
it is difficult to fathom
the depth of our sky.
the blinding pinpricks that
aid our existence -
they are destroyed and
reborn perpetually.
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R C | Year Posted 2007
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