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Smell Of Moonlight

Smell Of Moonlight

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Moonlight smells of insomnia and dreams.

I hear the sound of late night revellers and graveyard-shifters.

I think about the crimes being committed somewhere.

I feel the chill in the air as the street dog curls up in her sleep.

I sip a few more drops of alcoholic imagination.

I see my blank screen, as I struggle to find inspiration.

Wistful desires,

Blanks I need to fill,

Irreverent demons turn inside,

As the gods of compliance chill.

The world sleeps.

The night seems less real,

In absence of the outside validation that I am addicted to.

Am I real, with all my transient thoughts and dreams?

The pressures of the day will change it again.

Am I acceptable, in my original transparency?

I will dress my thoughts for the world again.

The other end beckons,

With uncertain murmuration,

The night offers change,

While I seek transformation.

The Sun and Moon depart to make space for the other,

Light accepts existence with varying levels of intensity,

We align our levels of activity to planetary movement,

I am connected. I am a part of the universe,

The night can create illusions of a-part-ness,

Neither is the day real, nor night,

It is only a position in the orbit of the Sun.

Moonlight smells of the frameworks we impose on it.

 


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