...
My eyes
must have nearly been black, because
the delusions continue chattering,
incessantly...
Ignoring the noise, I began to sing,
and dance between staggers.
Smiling at my shadow,
recalling Peter Pan
and Never land,
my hand
paused in mid-wave...
Inside its faceless salutation,
was a discovery ~ much too reflective,
So I turned away,
ending my night
with a hello,
to the moon that wobbled.
...








ahhhhh, moons that wobble
, damn-dont you hate that?


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