Moon Lays Overhead
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James McLain
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and about me it moves in silence
without voice or representation,
it gives you over and whispers too.
Moon lays overhead open faced,
diplomatic yet keeping it's distance.
Below the many headed concepts,
reason with a past to track one mind.
Hands move the bricks, dust floats up,
and the eyes not yet cloudy remain.
While all that did happen is reviewed.
s.d.
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