I sift through softness,
through the pliable belly of the moon,
to find my star,
glowing like an electric song.
How many lamps are
hidden in this orbiting bed,
a million and one possibilities
in white.
I sift through softness,
through the pliable belly of the moon,
to find my star,
glowing like an electric song.
How many lamps are
hidden in this orbiting bed,
a million and one possibilities
in white.
Miniature Moon 
The whimsicallity of this is beautiful! The idea of stars being hidden in the moon’s soft belly is delightful
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