About stuff:
The moon glides
And hides
Behind a blue
View
Of padded cloud
As a loud
Pet peacock
Walks
Crying, husky-
Throated on the dusky
Valley floor.
Ignore
The complications
Of the situation
But avoid, too, any stark,
And plaintive narrative arc,
Designed to more fully explain.
Let the moon glow rain
Or the moon shine dry.
Don't tell me why.
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