inside
a closed circle
a magnet for moonlight
infinitely approaching those
present
moments
pinned to the black universe like
moths in a polished case
i am not trapped
but whole
How we'll learn to love the cornucopia machines
inside
a closed circle
a magnet for moonlight
infinitely approaching those
present
moments
pinned to the black universe like
moths in a polished case
i am not trapped
but whole