Oh dear,
            It's happening again.

            The Moon's tide
            keeps waving me away
            towards Cygnus,
            not letting me breathe.

            We all have our fears,
            Some worse than others.

            Tonight I sit in red shadows
            filling buckets of water with sand
            feeling the moon
            work its way through me
            with perfect concentration
            as I try to loose my mind.

            We all  have our fears,
            Some worse than others.



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