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'Undisguised'

the moon in silent shivery white

proud pale eye to the darkened earth

a whimpering wind

seems to scatter the stars

transfixed lungs

give breathless birth

to grief

I so want to be there

among my celestial friends

the moon is tender with me

but my body is heavy

and no wings could I ever live

to possess

no gasses make up my molecules

no meteor shall ever shower through

my mass

I remain a heartbeat

cloaked in flesh

ever eager for the eventual escape

so graphic is the world

to my way of thinking

my soul

the painter of scattered myths

can only reflect upon

the world through

words gathered from

my fragmented thoughts

(Dec 8,2003 545am)