The moon appears out of nothing.
It grows brighter every night.
It slides back into silence.
It becomes new again.
Month after month.
I appear out of nothing.
I grow brighter every night.
I slide back into silence.
I become new again.
Year after year.
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Over and Out
I, not-I, am inside the outside,
So what else is new?
Never here, not quite over there,
Except for a musky mist.
Once gone, no return deposit,
So enjoy the worms in the bottle.
Breath’s a knife deep inside.
Short stab. Short stop. Short.
[Disposable Poem September 17, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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