that picturesque moon dances tonight
looking as though a great painter
decided tonight was the night
to grace the sky with a masterpiece
remembering what once was
paired with what will come to be real
and the now thoughts swimming
in and out and through the mind
content with that
not minding the spot caught
where sitting is the best thing to do
piled on top of these sheets
bound with forgotten dreams
the medicine man may have passed
who knows who
the wondering apostle will follow
piled on top of the angry sea
only remnants left
what once was
what will never leave is
the surrounding circle…
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