you have to wonder
what would the moon think if she knew
what you were
in the light of day
she would surely laugh at your
socks in your shoes your
bags full of broken pens and receipts
at night you are an owl
oily feathers and shiny eyes
you sing lullabies to fathers and
talk plato in children's dreams
you catch stars in your beak as they
twinkle in the sky
putting the lights out
one by one by one
oh, but what would the moon think
if she knew
you never remember your dreams
anymore
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