Full moon, too high
to see through
the window pane
it does not seem
like the human world
light pushes us out
and occupies the space
there is displacement
skyscrapers growing
more precise by night
a thousand perfect
golden squares
and all of them
empty
OPTIONAL POETRY 
There’s a lovely dissonance here between organic and man-made… and it’s true, the horizon etches skyscrapers much more precisely… but it ends in a kind of Fitzgeraldean way. All those windows. š
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what a little moonlight can do!
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beautiful poetry
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thank you!
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