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I took the moon

Posted to Action Poetry

for a love-sick fool,
a lunacy that I believed
would lie in winter's ashes,
bright and hot like supernovas
did the rain ring tell
of some propitious, full
spontaneous combustion
that leveled out the crater caves
where echoed loud the song
run ragged in endless strings of beam
lost along the staff of cadence
broken in remembrance