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

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