Somewhere a deer prances in a meadow

green and lined with wildflowers and weeds.

The sky outside is pale

a planet shielding its surface from

the Star of the show.


“do lunar cycles matter?”

he wonders passively as tired eyes scan inward

the sheets flecked with dirt

damp from sweat.






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