FORTY TWO 20.08.20

i get the moon to do tricks for me,
some time and again. it waxes and it wanes for me,  
it waxes and it wanes and in exchange asks for stories,  
tales about your finger-nails and your heartbeat.  
some time and again,
the moon asks if what it feels is lonely;  
up there, there are things that it cannot feel.
the moon shine blue sometimes, yellow and red it shines,  
in exchange for answers,
the breath of a loved one it asks me to describe,  
and some time and again,  
the moon,
it does the all-famous disappearing act, in exchange for a message,  
whispered secrets, just bare whispers in the nights.  
the moon, all mighty and mild, you see, the moon,
is merely in love with the tide.
some time again,  
it is the sea in the moons' eyes, the sea in the moons' eyes,  
that they call tragedy.

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