MOONLIGHT FIST

why not
unclench your dilemma fists ?

  theyre
  tense
  like
grasping a last-order twenty
  in
    a
      sweaty bar
        nameless
        and 
        thirsty

why not
let
the
timid 
light
in
at moonlight o clock ?

  the night is still the night

  still
  smells of magic
    and 
    the stars are still stars
    shining
    timid light
    on 
  precious and gentle somethings 
    
      and
    while the world 
    is still the world
      sneaky 
      fantasy
      still
      slips
        its
        pretend and ugly
        covers

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