Movement and Distance
[Distance] is the basis of all measurement of length. -A. Einstein
My moon resembles a wagon, its books contain
Music you need to die twice to hear
A window of arrows will stun you. A brave life
Shall be shamed by my very scent
Your face shall be halved. It shall share
Not one of its slats to armoring trolls
Your taken souls shall question
How it never stood up with me. Then we'll listen
To its attempt to sway me back to a hand
I know is more strict than time.
But then we settle, the dregs keeping you from day
Then you brush away your hair, silent and stolid
Like wet kitten dunning a mother for milk
Then you move, sew, drink and watch
Then I wrap, make, quiver and fall
My moon resembles a wagon, its books contain
Music you need to die twice to hear
A window of arrows will stun you. A brave life
Shall be shamed by my very scent
Your face shall be halved. It shall share
Not one of its slats to armoring trolls
Your taken souls shall question
How it never stood up with me. Then we'll listen
To its attempt to sway me back to a hand
I know is more strict than time.
But then we settle, the dregs keeping you from day
Then you brush away your hair, silent and stolid
Like wet kitten dunning a mother for milk
Then you move, sew, drink and watch
Then I wrap, make, quiver and fall
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