Becoming a Moon

You see her there, say nothing, be nothing. She stands and the air around you disappears, you’re choking, gasping. She walks, you spin, gasping, gasping. Seeing nothing but light, she wanders, bathing inside it, you slide forever into her shadow. You’re comfortable. You’ve accepted. She walks, you spin, gasping, gasping. She walks, you spin, gasping.

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