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The Moon reversed (Returning)
I’m petrified by the stillness of you;
by the greyness of you.
Colourless, yet twinkling as if crystalline;
as if precious.
Your vacuum streets invite me,
again by moonlight,
to tease me with acceptance,
and then to harvest me,
to leave me incandescent.
To envelop me in reality,
eject me from my daytime.
Here, where the lights are always on,
where the colours are garish and nasty,
where people are grubby and touchable.
by the greyness of you.
Colourless, yet twinkling as if crystalline;
as if precious.
Your vacuum streets invite me,
again by moonlight,
to tease me with acceptance,
and then to harvest me,
to leave me incandescent.
To envelop me in reality,
eject me from my daytime.
Here, where the lights are always on,
where the colours are garish and nasty,
where people are grubby and touchable.
Published 21st Mar 2013
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