nocturne: music
the moonlight wriggles its way through the dark
cloud cover, tumbles through the thick broadleaf
branches, writhes just above the dew-damp lawn
grass. in my room with the lights on, i am
the one thing in the universe that god
does not have his eyes on. with my headphones
on, i slip into worship for hours at
a time, barely aware of time passing.
under my eyelids, i see a sliver
of something i can never, ever reach.
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