a hum in the head of the moon
a word in the wash of the stars
heard well above the din
brightly poured forth
red roaring light
in one last lunge
and done
a part of yourself
apart from yourself
dusted away
once upon a shelf
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
a hum in the head of the moon
a word in the wash of the stars
heard well above the din
brightly poured forth
red roaring light
in one last lunge
and done
a part of yourself
apart from yourself
dusted away
once upon a shelf
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