by Ali Znaidi
Moon, trying to assemble its pixels,
in fact, no clear pics at all,
instead the pictures are coming out
like leathery rinds of citruses
through the pale shadows of
ash/
leaking drops of the moon’s
lemonade [a drop of truth may appear]
but no aid at all
tonight the moon convened all
protection softwares:
truth’s pictures/
infected
all is blindness,
& we all see the truth w/
shattered glasses.
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