In the Garden of the Moon




Light in the garden of the moon
inhabits all of its surroundings,
lending them an ethereal glow,
opaque or translucent,
depending on their
molecular composition.

I fell asleep solving
quadratic equations
in the garden of the moon
and awoke in a world
of topological mists.

I sowed the seeds
of my discontent in
the garden of the moon,
and reaped an amplitude
of bus tickets and foreign scrip.

I summed my worth
in the garden of the moon
and sensed the arrival
of a curious horizon.

I know when I leave
the garden of the moon
it will grow on without
me and within me.

I thought I once
heard ancient music
in the garden of the moon,
but it was only the
insistent beat of existence.





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