the moon
plays its part
in our lives.
a romantic pendant
in the night sky,
or a wafer
to swallow whole,
in hope
of forgiveness.
a mask of what,
sadness,
grief?
or strange joy?
since childhood we've
stared at it
and make of it what we
make of it.
trying our best
to understand
what goes on here,
on earth.
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