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desperately lusting after angst
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Astronomical Poetry What beauty is this that drips on me
about haunting melodies
a familiar out of key tune
I should not have dreamed,
as night watched us pass.
On the edge of the mountains
the immense sky,
moon
covered with clouds.
This is the involuntary moon,
It is a little piece of light that hangs in the sky.
image in the reflections
a wondrous unusual attraction
the sight that caught me by surprise.
It was a reprise.
desperately lusting after angst
mesmerized by the beauty of her sightless eyes
subsequent to better translations
a little difficult without discipline.
all in the vortex of color…
as the serious catch fire.
Now, tarnished tears
leave her
in the clouds.
