Moon Goddess

Dreams lie in the sewer

No, lower than a sewer

In the freeze point

In a slab of muck and grime

They are reconstituted and reformed

The struggle of their restricted lives

The sudden death of such a dead-alive dream

Crashed like a crazy dreamscape that crushed my very heart like a sledgehammer

Of my father’s name decimation

Though, in my day dreams

More vivid than memories

As my memories are full of squishy, squiggly lines, crossed out X’s

And frigid static that hits me like a brick

Needles that line up like candy dots on wax paper

But when I day-dream of you, my Moon Goddess,

My Barbara,

You light up everything like a gleaming yellow star

And I hear the truth

And the sewer is not the sewer

But a hard frozen glacier on top of

Mountain top, overlooking

Moon Goddess, you.

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