Companion piece

companions

Companion piece

The moon looks out the window.
Reflects on the pane of consciousness

Thin as a snack. Feels himself sliding
Across it, helpless. At the edge

He will become something that does not exist
In the real world. Something partial

In a place where even broken things are whole.

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