White whisper
of moon hangs
from nothing,
incomplete
and perfect,
we are not the
sum of our parts,
we are part of
the sum. One
quiet sliver cuts
the darkness and
behind shadow,
the whole moon.
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White whisper
of moon hangs
from nothing,
incomplete
and perfect,
we are not the
sum of our parts,
we are part of
the sum. One
quiet sliver cuts
the darkness and
behind shadow,
the whole moon.
bodies and breath move
together and all of the
walls come tumbling down.