i spilt the moon across the sky,
the tall trees caught it
swiftly. light seeps into shifting
clouds. the softened shadows strike
the hour silently. i stir
my tea. the silver
spoon counts out the seconds,
measures sweetness. split
silence spills across my skin,
milk across the moon. seeps
into bone china. weeps,
shines, and breaks.
and sleeps. and wakes.
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