Confession

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Seven hours pass the new moon

I look…

nothing out the window.

Sight temporarily unbalanced by time

time precariously molested by thought.

Pursuant of a piece of peace.

Relying on the rest in reciprocity.

Sand of an hourglass completes its journey times two

I look…

nothing out the window.

© LaRonda Moore

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