luna

makin progress.

too often, the reflection sours the image

dominated by the bleak

the moon lends it's cycle

to the brittle mind.

 

borrowed hands wring themselves

lunacy, in the backyard

trees growing backwards

or buried beneath the snow

 

relativity, perceptional

fate and destiny

the name doesnt change the nutritional value

but I wouldn't eat them alone, regardless.

 

keep your soul free.

theres a million ways to look at something

you won't ever see.

Reviews

[Adelia Alighieri]

Great description and a fine use of technically difficult words. Well done!

[zappy]

nice i like it