Two Moons

Two moons occupy the head

tonight: one for the flesh,

one for the ghost observing it.

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The knife moves proximately,

a thin astronomy

written across

the skin.

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Somewhere you are curled beyond the circumambient medium,

astrally calm.

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Your morphology tilts—

silicaceous particulate saturates,

abating toward silence.

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I divide quietly,

held by both at once.

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Still, the thought of you

normalizes the rotation

of everything.

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Two strange bodies,

learning the same

geodesic pull.

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And the doubling overhead—

forever above us,

patient.

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