When the moon blinked
and off we went
to another month
palms full of letters
mouths full of silence
a tearing seam
between the outside
and inside
and in castaway boats,
ice cold seas,
between spruce and pine forests
in the moments of midnight
where all else is forgotten
except for the muscles
that still remember how to swim
a new crescent moon
and we made it
to a whole new breath
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
When the moon blinked
and off we went
to another month
palms full of letters
mouths full of silence
a tearing seam
between the outside
and inside
and in castaway boats,
ice cold seas,
between spruce and pine forests
in the moments of midnight
where all else is forgotten
except for the muscles
that still remember how to swim
a new crescent moon
and we made it
to a whole new breath