Baby Moon (another poem I have no memory of writing)
They built a light that would
hold the moon.
It was undetectable and fragile,
quiet and cold.
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The surface moon
was a bit lighter,
the water glistened,
ice frosted with
years of longing.
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The internal layers were
burning, though,
even in the cold,
with textbooks and
an unspoken pouring
of language feeding
fire.
