A naked night, void of stars,

opens a canvas of black

where a moon, in the corner of space

lays captured.


It is a black and white night,

a photo with shades and shadows

with cool skin

and eyes like diamonds.


The shape of a voyage pulls at

the thread of me; the black of my indecision.

the white of my dreams.


I quit with questioning, leaving it to itself,

the labors and the pain,

the long and short of a story we all know.

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