the half-moon shines above
in the cool crisp night
how many times
in my life have I wandered
very much in the same way
as I do in this scene
as if all the chaos and sorrow
of my life
were but swirling instants
in an infinite present
and left me here under a half-moon
same as I was and different
from what I was and uselessly trying it explain this...
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