The moon cannot be shifted
I know this as well as you
If I’m gifted
Maybe it’s something I could do
The sky is flooded
With twisted birds
The pattern holds no purpose
But it works
I catch myself shrinking
From an outside perspective
And ask how the light felt
Before this
I’ve seen flowers
Bent at ugly angles
Killing hours
On the floor
Wires tangled
I catch myself shrinking
From an outside perspective
And ask how the light felt
Before this