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Mar 2014
Lunar rays, the moon's array,
Through window screens and windy dreams,
Piercing minds like I pierce my face,
Without a trace, the human race
Chases time, charts out time, every time.
When no child is left behind,
The malformed mooncalf gets to shine,
On carpets; wine,
Matching glasses carry moonshine,

A rabbit one day, a man the next,
Kitty-cat smile, auntie knows best.
Bind Oceans and blood, marine ebb and flow,

Oh! You drive me mad;
Colour fades from visions that I had.
Tell-tale clip-clop of a modest kitten heel,
Starry-eyes, cruise the dark side,
Hell behind a wheel.
The moon as the master
Lara Lewis
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Lara Lewis  Halifax, Nova Scotia
(Halifax, Nova Scotia)   
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