Open blinds
letting moonlight in
cast
deceiving
delirious
drooping
shadows
on the
pale-blue-turned-moonlight-gray
walls.
I approach
afraid of what
I see
it’s
different
disillusioned
diluted
beautifully formed in
day
scattered broken images in
night.
I close the blinds
I strangle the moonlight
and create
an Artificial Day.
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