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bright winter moon 


through the depth and the darkness and the tangle of trees
there is always light
even when it seems so tiny and so far away
then i break free
and i want to race for the moon
to swallow its warm glow in great gasping gulps
and feel its energy fill me and drench me in life once again
so i devour, i gorge
i consume the light in any way i can
tasting and feeling and grasping big handfulls
digging in my toes and pouring it over where the dark used to be
i am faster and lighter and brighter
creative and witty and passionate and fun
all smiles and ease; the moon shines from within me
then i sit for a moment to catch my breath
and lick my fingertips
of every last sweet moonbeam
and in that moment i stop
a sliver of fear creeps in
just enough to remember the
plunging helplessly
and crashing downward
but by then i am already falling...