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Moon machine
Machine of women
Birthed out of the moon
Dark side of the womb
Spinning round the earth
Sacred loom
Weaving bright life
From union spliced
In dead of night
Conception waxing, waning
There is no explaining
This mechanism
To laymen
From half blooded urn
To full bloated term
Stars witness the rising tide
Growing inside
Luna's engine alive
In every women's eyes
Birthed out of the moon
Dark side of the womb
Spinning round the earth
Sacred loom
Weaving bright life
From union spliced
In dead of night
Conception waxing, waning
There is no explaining
This mechanism
To laymen
From half blooded urn
To full bloated term
Stars witness the rising tide
Growing inside
Luna's engine alive
In every women's eyes
Published 12th Jun 2020
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14th Jun 2020 2:20am
You have marginalized a beautiful descriptive of my Hunter's Moon that guides me thought the cosmic of time, very sweet write my poetess
14th Jun 2020 8:27am
Hey, that moon is a powerful, seductively secret guide that's always rising in the minds eye... thanks for reading you sweet thing
