// as what we cannot hold within a machine //
choose your moon.
with enough thought to put your heart at rest but with never too much that would obscure it or deny its whims
and then a single caress will make it orbit around… and around…
– fact, not perception –
it’s always there – you might not even see it
it is called new when you don’t see it
it turns full when you meet it face to face
it seems to turn into smaller slices – as with anything or everything in life –
those same slices always grow bigger again – there is excitement in seeing it brighter and fuller again!
who is your moon?