The moon wanes, translucent power grows dull,
senses pulled back beneath a layer,
sticky apathy encasing,
chambered in gloom.
It waxes,
the beams gleam stronger now,
feeling returning,
bubbling, burning.
How bright this glow!
Catch it quick,
grab a jar before it darts
and sinks away into the lagoon,
where the stench and vile waters
swallow it back up.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
The moon wanes, translucent power grows dull,
senses pulled back beneath a layer,
sticky apathy encasing,
chambered in gloom.
It waxes,
the beams gleam stronger now,
feeling returning,
bubbling, burning.
How bright this glow!
Catch it quick,
grab a jar before it darts
and sinks away into the lagoon,
where the stench and vile waters
swallow it back up.
Daniel Magner 2020
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