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I looked up today and saw the moon in it’s hateful spite
Leaving no wonder, only shock and awe, as it burned bright
High on rebellion, forsaking it’s bed of stars and night
I long to follow it into darkness, lost in it’s light
26 November 2008 at 2:17 am
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MattWricks,
I appreciate this work–very engaging. I feel you letting the moon escort you off to wherever you two are bound, for the moment. I like the title, alien-sounding and mechanical as it is, as opposed to “moon”: earthy, natural, connected, the sound my wife made, giving birth to our little ones.
Comment by Sunsun — 26 November 2008 @ 8:16 pm