THE HARROWING PRESENCE
OF A GIANT FULL MOON
Here it all goes again, full now
and scraping past the glass, my
window in approximate quarters.
I hear no sound now except a
certain hiss; a Winter's dive from
an Autumn's depth? Where are
the catcalls and where is the rest?
Don't give up the ship, white light,
keep shining on for me.
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