fresh look



while out

for a walk

the moon

bathed me


in such

a way

i will

never forget




then fed

and filled


there are times

when a reflection

a slice

an aspect


is all we

can eat/take

taking in more

slams the door


there are times

when all it takes

is a facet

a fractal


catching sight

of yourself/ourselves

in a 

pane of glass


these are the times

when truth

creeps in

gallops in


wrapped in

new perceptions

warmed by our

unique perspective


new seams

sewn in

fresh face

moon pie





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