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beneath a full moon in the late fall

the brightest, fullest, biggest moon ever seen

already the handwriting is on the wall

soft tempting lines like poetry by fickle muses unforeseen

letters spill into the mortared joints
chiseled with an attention to pretext

scant scripts shown

a monologue that only the man in the moon had known

now, this silence forms

within whispers of collective thought

where wonders lie

and love and fantasy die

side winding words as if dust on the wind

syllables threaded one strand at a time in vague ways
impressionable rust thrusts in like iridescent pastel paint

as the forgotten ink of fate masterfully meanders

delusion detects a last chance for influence

as panting silver tongues lap it all up
when the symmetric mouth considers the improvised prayer of prediction

and the deaf night listens for tomorrow

where graffiti and perforations suffer in a narrative shift