Moon so vivid
intercepts the
tumultuous wellspring
of my imagination,
plays havoc with any residual sense
that i may hold
of my composure,
strips the night of its
most insistent darkness,
enlivens the senses to find
sustenance from
conflagrations of the heart and
reminds me of the sweet conjunction
of the present with the
power of desire.
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