Two Moons – A Poem

A shell on the shore
of another world, a moon (or is it two)
so distant yet still a burden.

Begin this journey
she says in an eloquence so desperate
it brings a smile.

I am a harbinger if my own misfortune


We consume a delicate sauce of intricate
ingrediants lost in a spell of transmission
between this world and whatever we

I speak but what is it worth. Just a reason
to return endless to a shell

along a beach

adrift in a dissolving consciousness.
The second moon recedes
in continual witness.

There is a fabric which rips and is thus much
more versatile.

Say to me my wrong stance.

A shell on the shore ponders.


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