blue moon

it's nothing but a blue moon
sipped pianissimo with cognac
in the abstract of a clepsydra

it's nothing but a blue moon
not a mentalist or a magician
or appearances of some wizard

it's nothing but a blue moon
with many thoughts, touching
each cell sublime until orgasm

it's nothing but a blue moon
but who's the moon and
who's the blue, no one debated

it has already been engraved and
fulfilled agonistically to fly you
to fly me‧‧‧ to the moon

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