Speaking to a Stranger

In the cold and

Unbreakable,

Dark side of the moon

We have been distanced

By fleets of callous tumbleweed

Tides changed and now

The phases are different.

The push and pull reversed

The phases 

Are different. 

I lose myself amid the stars,

For the center of gravity

Dislodged

And I wander,

And I wonder

And I wither

Orbits change

And I am frightened

And the phases--

Moonbeams turned

Solar flames

And sober games

I would have never 

Conceived.

A canopy

Sky, new

Not certain it 

Shelters me

From the vacuum of the 

Cosmos

And as I speak to you

You have been

Reformed

Or have you--

Your twists and turns

And orbits--

Cast further into the coal of the sky

And the phases 

The phases,

Are different. 

Reviews

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. ah, enchanting and mesmerizing ... an intriguing and intense response to the change one experiences in someone else who is very close ... (i suppose) ... this piece personifies poetic brilliance in all its glory ... except that you must never wither ... now that is not acceptable ... (dark side of the moon is one of my favourite pink floyd albums) ...