Moon
My moon
Your moon
He she it
Moon.
Does it matter to have the same moon?
Unless we are born the same eyes.
A possibility would be fine.
But that’s as far as invoking a lie.
To think we feel alike.
Yours is yellow
Mine is silver
His hers theirs can be
A woman, a dinosaur or ignominy.
Yes as peculiar as such where reason is less of a concern.
Moon
Moonlight
Lover’s moon
Just a moon.
Does it matter what I think is right?
Unless you are your own moon,
A possibility would be fine.
But that’s as good as telling the thief he’s really a thief.
To think we are alike.
Moon.
My moon.
Your moon.
He she it
Moon.
Seriously is not a moon.
But a fart blasted off by the spasmodic sky.
Whatever you say, I don’t hear.
Whatever you see, I don’t see.
Unless you fart like the sky,
A possibility would be fine.
But that’s more like inviting crime
To conclude that it’s fine.
To sin so alike.
Now, do you see that moon?
Unless you question “why?”
You’ll never know why.
Moon.
My moon.
Your moon.
He she it
Moon.
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