4.12.98

the moonglow is so bright,
burning my fragile eyes
with its potent, ancient power
slicing into the darkest depths of me
and showing me to the world
for all that i am worth -
which is just about nothing -
but her silver sheen covers me over
in a special kind of righteousness
and the cyclic nature of life
fills me anew with freedom and gratitude.

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