Moons The Moons are Bright The Moons watch from the sky It is strange My mind tugs at the seams A tapestry that is woven The freckles of distant lights The green unnerves me Unnatural It feels much like whispers The whispers in my thinkpan Something is there I can feel the freckles against my pan The moon is too green It has always been green It unsettles me It reminds me I can feel it against my eyes It is not natural There are eyes watching There is eyes I can hear There is clear static I know my lusus is off There is something off There is a flaw It is like a mistake in the canvas Flaws within the canvas The picture seems scratched Why is there something posed onto the scene? Even as my thoughts become a blur I can see these flaws Why are they here My eyes My eyes That moon has been here As long as recorded That moon has been there But it isn't meant to be When did you get here You aren't meant to be here A moon so green Is there a way To prove it? I can feel something off But I am what I am Maybe my mind is running away Moons in the skies Moons in the skies What is wrong here... #poetry #writing
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