Fallen Moon

Through a tick of the clock

I carry a sac of boredom through the night

I take steps to seek a convo with the stars

But the moon has fallen earlier than

 

I whistle fears into the atmosphere

And feast on the chatters of night birds and fireflies

It’s a no fear zone

When the moon falls at night

It’s a fear zone

When the sun falls at night


 

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