From behind
the moon does the world look different
dark
like crows fleeing
now that spring is approaching.
his back to the moon
seems like another life, perhaps as a
eternal night, tinged with loneliness
built.
his back to the moon
views lead to the abyss,
the rotten apple that appears
ashes burning in hell.
his back to the moon takes its toll
time and it seems that nothing is as it was
and what was and is nothing
one last stop,
the ultimate end of man.
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