The waning moon detaches her full glory
with such poise
a small sliver lost each day.
Does she find this death devastatingly slow?
No, the moon says
she has practice.
And there is nothing to speed this process
of becoming nothing
to become new.
The waning moon detaches her full glory
with such poise
a small sliver lost each day.
Does she find this death devastatingly slow?
No, the moon says
she has practice.
And there is nothing to speed this process
of becoming nothing
to become new.