Waning

A full moon

Pulls on the Psyche

Grasping at weak links

Bending a reality

Here and there

Of the unaware.

 

It brings a mist

Distorting but slightly

Yet enough

To fog and flutter.

 

It troubles me

Though I know

Its sway will pass.

Let me know

A truth or two;

Give me respite

That I may

Rest in peace.

 

Then

What shall I find?

 

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