What is life
without the river or the moon
when one day you're there
and then one day more…..
there's less of you.
But then again, everything….
exist outside that door
so if you walk to the end
you may just see…..
a different view.
Or tears…….
scraping at the earth
like a purpose –
hidden behind the eyes….
commandeered –
by the moon.
Yet how many tears…..
fill an ocean –
if the river is you.
without the river or the moon
when one day you're there
and then one day more…..
there's less of you.
But then again, everything….
exist outside that door
so if you walk to the end
you may just see…..
a different view.
Or tears…….
scraping at the earth
like a purpose –
hidden behind the eyes….
commandeered –
by the moon.
Yet how many tears…..
fill an ocean –
if the river is you.
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