This poem was written by a man in the moon

literally

and when the poem is finished being written the man will use his last few gasps of air and say,

“Cheese…”

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Glimmering steady to stand beside where those eyes search and wonder

Up toward the darkness of a mid night sky

Round and pride, full of the full strength of light

A crowds applauds and smiles, weaving in dance around a fire

Singing and rejoice

while alone and standing near the lake named, abyss

eyes cast down to where the real moment is

a prisoner, the moon who exists where it is no stranger, held firmly in the water by a bare foot,

surface rolling

casting it’s shadow of full bright high into the skies beseeching for help

and in the mans eyes,

there is a reflection of a smile.