moonshine

only in the abyss do such blessings shine brighter than stars
only in the day are we blinded of our hearts
I see it now, clear as day, right as rain, though its’ form a mystery, its’ presence a companion
an absence of plenty brings you to the ground no doubt
hence the forthcoming prayer is acknowledged without burden

fictitious bearings stand chance no more;
this glorious forts concealment no more

gape to the moon, for his company knows no bounds

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