mirror of all’s sustenance who’s beam’s abeam me
nebulous, she is with me
mirror of all’s sustenance
who’s beam’s
abeam me
nebulous,
she is with me
company that I -
by routine -
cannot break
I am destined
to -
till dust’s cessation -
cinque synoms as if lunar fondness
was new
I,
clichér,
see
as my Moon
sees peace