moon swallow

this will be the third moon I’ve swallowed
mocking the hyacinth
painting in blues

I like how it fills me
trembling and decadent
wrecking and soothes

without telling character or context
trading in sorrows
covering in lime

I like how it dysotopes
stretching cold fires
strangling for time

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