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Moonbeam
Deep dream
What seems clear,
Sometimes isn’t,

Here.
An inner ear,
Balancing this moment,
An oscillating wave,

While looking for
A shaft of light
With shadow deep
Ochre grey.

Fading a way
Through the night
Of blackest white.
Wish I may, Wish I might

Find the path
Through the grass.
In the weeds,
Scattered seeds

Heading home
To the door.
A place to lie
On the floor.

That I could see
Brightly more
In the dark
Across the shore