The moon is a yo-yo,
and god holds the string.
After a night of drinking,
I can see the thing spin,
tricks in the dark
with a flick of the wrist.
A sleeper waiting for the pick.
A Cat in the cradle,
spool of fate,
relying on gravity to
perfectly time each trick.
Slipknot forms a ring.
We have an eternity to make
this combo stick.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Such a great opening!
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Thank you kindly,, worms. I had this one jotted on my phone memo actually and so k let it unroll a bit more last night.
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Lovely charming verses – really convey that magical tranquility by moonlight 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. Moonlight and I have been making friends these past few years. I want to be a morning person, really I do, but i don’t think I have it in me.
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Hope you have some clear night skies to enjoy this winter! ❤
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Yes, indeed. Thank you. A blanket, a journal, and the infinite universe.
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Brilliant! I love this one K! ☺
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I’m so glad. Thank you, Tiff.
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Wonderful. I love this concept, and the rhythm and rhyme of your words.
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Thank you 😊 I found the first sentence in an ins phone memo. It was a fun on to work with. I appreciate your feedback. 💜
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You’re welcome, K. Always. It’s fun to learn, and to see where insights come from. 💜😁
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Love this! 🖤
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Thank you. 💜
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You’re so welcome 😊🖤
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