The moon is a missionary in the night sky,
preaching longing, lust, delight.
An emissary of feeling, she
sends her sultry signal through the blackening city skyline,
proselytizing pleasures yet to be designed.
A Buddhist wheel,
she rotates ‘cross many muddy ditch lines
reminding us are lives are but the lotus
born and trampled
by a too early twilight.





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