This sky, a moon pond.
Nothing there to anchor on
except gravity. We
sail around each other…
The sea, full of entropy,
is drowning its cargo
in deep whorls
of uncertainty and fear.
How did this happen
again
that people
toss in nightmare
hulls on a freedom
ride to somewhere
else?
Gliding moon
silent lily of night
light the clouds
of the fleeing
and still the seas
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