hollow cast

the moon has a
hollow cast
as it stares down
morosely at the sea
pockmarked sorrow
in wan yellow dismay
over churning ebon
desperate to reflect
the shimmering orb
unaware of sullen
lunar malaise
knowing only the tug
of gravitational haze
a puppet with
gossamer strings
flailing spasmodically
on melancholic currents

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