Zan Barker-Aderim
Tonight there was a harvest moon hanging over the lake. Its tidal pull drove me closer and closer. luminescence beyond a crescent, A yellow hole in space brimming with celestial glow. Xanthic mascon with Inescapable gravity inviting me and the water to meet. Soaking in moonlight part of me transcended the Earth. My own big-collision event, not fact or theory but somewhere in-between I become only dust, blown through the barrier between the cosmic and the firma. Maybe one day I will accrete, will join the moon in her lonely orbit, So I can pay her back for watching over me during mine.
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