this september moon has shown me
a thousand pairs of hands holding open their chests.
a thousand faces held for a moment in my hands.
a thousand faces held for a moment in my hands.
me loving each one.
I have seen as many eyes hidden, closed, and half-shut.
eyes softened by prayers for shared breath.
eyes softened by prayers for shared breath.
eyes open and awake searching for someone to witness their own death.
mouths pulled down by the gravity of disappointment.
mouths stretched wide, held in the parentheses of joy.
faces revealing such beauty in the pain.
in the longing.
in the bravery of following the moon home.
a thousand faces tired from examining back-lit souls
for clues about imagined futures and re-imagined pasts.
now ~ is only a question.
now~ is the only question.
crystal-ball forensics and litmus tests of typed words inviting redemption and a pair of cool hands.
me loving one face in a thousand who will join with me to witness
these changing moons
these changing moons
on the ever shorter path home
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