Saturday, December 12, 2009

Nothingness Moon

I've nowhere to go; I've
no one to care for,
and not
a soul
to love.

I've
no-thing and no-one and no-body and no-thing

to keep me warm
within this storm.

Oh,
shudder,
shudder
with the yellow moon
in
your
dream.

The air is cold there beneath that yellow moon.

It is all a dream, but
the wind there blows so fierce
and
so cold.

So shudder, child,
shudder
when
you gaze upon the moon in your dream.

Yellow, sickly, Nothingness Moon, I
wish it would fade into dawn.

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