Wednesday, March 11, 2015

(XVII) Craters Of The Moon

The craters of the moon—
Through my eyes 
Magnified—
Like the pores in my skin

Such a hollow simile
Eliminating wastes
As empty as the vastness
Between each rib
Within living corpses

A simile
As vacant as the distance
From space to reality

Living and immortality

Each crater of the moon
Holds on tightly
To their own truths

From a distance
An immeasurable silence

Listening has forgotten
Thus its breathing
One cannot fathom into
Constellations

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