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To the Moon

Once you were a bubble on the surface

of a puddle made of rain. Once you were

the bottom of a birthday hat. Once

you were the forehead of a newborn,

boring and forlorn. Once you were

and so you anciently remain: turning away

from me a little more each day. I say

your name. I say what others say. I

only have one word for you. Today

you’re already awake and it’s today.

You’re already awake. Are you in love

with me? What and whom exactly do you see

when I am weary-eyed but wired, crookedly

looking up to you as you look down on me?