somewhere in this
disassembled moment
I forget
how the sun rises
and how the moon
swaddles the night
just so
holding it
in its swooning
embryonic gaze
frozen in
a new lunar phase
I admit
I was lost by
the assemblage
of the greats
nomadic Gods
with no doubt
and little room left
to wander in regret
I forget how
the day begins
and then ends
with the light
of great minds
with tiny thoughts.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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