Friday, March 13, 2015

The Moon of the Mind

Defined me. I was the moon of the mind,
Or one of them, circling the greater orb
That was the mind, the agglutinated

Sum of millions of smaller entities
And greater than the sum, weirdly alive
In a way no orbiting moon could be.

I was a captive to that turquoise shine
That rose and set, that eclipsed beyond me,
Pure lonely in my borrowed shrouds of light,

A pocky sort of sphere encompassing
A considerable amount of dust,
Restrained by mind, never containing it.

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