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Monday, August 5
Isolation
See how we are all alone,
Moons apart and set adrift
in orbits looped on one another:
a symphony of separation.
Yet like Luna, who does not know
the tides she casts upon the Earth,
we too must overstate our hanging
high and isolated in an empty sky.
August 2019
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