creamy rays of moon
cut through the night
smooth and long
they bounce off each crest
each little white-capped crest
that bounds toward shore
from below, the water
tastes like pain in my
nose. i had gone out
for a walk, not to clear my
head, but to see if i had
one. my hair sways drunkenly
in front of my eyes.
i close them and hope the
crests find their way.
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