Dark Poem
Gray skies bound my world as I look out my window-
The full moon will not be seen to our eyes tonight
Despite its rise over clouds that darken our minuscule
Gestures of what we think is knowledge and takes our habits
To create grand justifications for realities that the light of the moon
Would reveal to be merely the dances of demons lost in the shadows
Of a night even more darkened by the clouds of our emotions
The poet and the lunatic await the moon…
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