Moon Hanging
...behind the art is a wisdom...
A distant poet sings to the moon he’s placed in one of a billion night skies. Until just now I’d forgotten how many skies there are, and how many faces glow upon the moon’s surface. I’ve been ready to let others decide in which night sky to hang my moon. I’ve been ready to bury my starry soul beneath the busy work I thought I must do. Let’s go back to dreaming about all the celestial bodies and all those distant skies, overwhelming the limitations of what we once thought it meant to be alive.
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