Walking on the moon


Sunday, June 22, 2014


It is not my heart that warms

At moments like these

Blood boiling to temperatures

That might rival the sun

This I feel from the inside out

An expanding universe

That must explode

Or implode upon itself

We are not made

To contain such extremes

This frail shell of flesh

We are told

Sustains life only in


But we are not

Moderate beings

Walking on the dark side
of the moon or the light

Passing from one extreme

To another

Freezing feelings in one degree

Evaporating them in another

Somehow managing to

Find a compromise

Between the two

That fine line between

Light and dark

We walk like a tightrope

Always fearful

We might fall off



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