Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Partake

The crescent of the moon is like a cup
unable to contain the flood of stars
which spill across the sky as I look up
and seem as close as Jupiter or Mars,

a vessel doesn't always bear as much
as thought by those intent on having more
who curb their own capacity (as such)
though drafts of Heaven's splendor can restore.

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