me, you, and the dotted moon

inside the seconds of our thought
looms desire so heavy as this
the only sprint to molten slop
an agile tank of sorry
sorry for this
and sorry for that
the last one never packed
or tied in spot
but left to dot the moon
of me and you

Stephen Martin, 4/1/2021

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