The moon was manic.
The sun was glum.
The clouds were singing.
We must go live with the stars!
Bathe in the starlight.
Sleep in the deep dark
And wake up in the light of day!
The manic moon rose through the sad sky to laugh in the presence of ghosts and angels.
We would all dance for breakfast.
Thursday, May 24, 2018
MANIC MOON
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