“What does the Moon envy about the Earth, my darling?”

One would expect

it would be water

unique possession

that sustains

all life

But I have heard

the whispers of

poets and madmen

openly reveal

that the streak of envy

in Moon’s ancient core

revolves around language

Gift of words

whispered in the mouth

written in dark ink

The hook upon which

Memory is hung

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