27thNov. × ’15

When the moon rises
and it seems to shrink
into the vastness of the sky
Remember everything is relative

What appears vital to its very rise is not
Someone somewhere else cries
about their moon your dust
Emotions envelop us

If the world were a big lever
we could feel sorry for ourselves

Instead it is a vista
and we are wherever we are
hammering a not lever

Hammer hammer hammer
Thank you Remember
thank you for this hammer

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