-There are moments, sometimes days,
when the moon goes dark.
In between these, within the markers
of time, you cannot discern
the waxing and waning, the shifting
of tides. Sand keeps sifting.
You become lost in a permanent midnight,
consumed by falling stars, leaving
streaks of light across the sky.
Your eyes scan, leaping from one
to the next, leaving traces
of dissolving smiles on your lips.
They taste salted, broken like
the feeling at your fingertips
as they trace the jagged journey
of your trajectory, in the absence
of the moon. You do not move,
you fall, as the sky grows dark.
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