— % &Not every moon hides in the crack,
some moons lend themselves
to other half moons.
Like a blood clot
through which pus seeps out
which we hide beneath our veils:
What we mistake as an injury
is actually the 'something'
that heals us,
that makes us alive again.
Look at my hand, the deep palmlines
don't bleed anymore,
the blood has condensed,
the moon is out of the void now,
looking for itself in the other half moon.
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