clarity.

under the spring moon clarity, i stare at the night on fire.
the brightness curcifies me like the bird shit on the ground.
i see the beast in darkness with its feline eyes, it mystifies.
the mystery is set in stone underneath my feet.
when i look towards the full moon, i hold it closed between my fingers.
then i clench it in my fist and hold the darkness in my two closed eyes.
i smother myself in the abscence of the light that used to shine down,
and the trees all whisper to me like i used to whisper to her.
it's a different day now, but i'm not stressing.
they're just semantics and i don't care.
underneath the spring moon clarity, i make friends with water and air.