the moon
is the colour
of a dress shirt stain
the silver clouds
pull extra shifts
wriggling
invisible
toes
~
i am on the doorstep
i am regarding the night
i breath its vacated musk
i say
long time brother
long time
~
moons silence
is complicit
but its
like its
flexing imaginary fingers
inside celestial gloves
its
a space
a space
to read
& fill
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