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new moon t’morrow

new moon t'morrow
midsummer slides through
veils and venues
rebuild renew recast
temper steel
for horizons' storms
come flowing into youth

i said i saw the flames
beating air with blind eyes
i scry those scenes anew
goodbye to the mask
shells cast aside
walking out
nude

Michael Raven

June 27, 2022

poems

ephemeral me, midsummer, new moon, poem, poetry, scry, shedding skin

3 responses to “new moon t’morrow”

Bridgette says:

July 3, 2022 at 2:03 am

Nude…reborn…exposed. Throw off the masks and step out. Yes.

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- Michael Raven says:
  
  July 3, 2022 at 9:21 am
  
  Something more of us maybe need to do, me being one of them.
  
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  - Bridgette says:
    
    July 3, 2022 at 4:40 pm
    
    I’ve always been fascinated in theory by this idea but find putting it into practice far more difficult. I take off one mask but find another underneath…
    
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