i spoke out loud one of the many names of the moon once. a melody played out while the wind whispered along in a gentle firm chorus humming with me and the tree’s
tapping my foot along swaying with three chords determined to make the clouds part with my drumming humming off tempo personal golden ratio.
a flicked cigaret reflected in spheres of glassy dewed grass. that was a night that i helped the light shine through.
it was a night that i knew.
even though there’s nothing to.
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@lament, beautiful :)