labor under old love’s illusion

unblinking at a new moon
moving thin skin outline
silver sliver shimmering round
perfect, the odd center of it all
milky, muddled, blotchy, shadowed
taken all in, swallowed whole
single comprehensive view

I didn’t mean to take that exercise away
but I have it here stored
stowed away for my own purpose
pulling it out when
our sworn secret seeing that way
not with you anymore
all here with me
laps run of limitless wild imaginings
blue and bowing
down before sunrise

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