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Tides of the Moon


The lunar satellite controls the sea.

But what controls the celestials that be?

Of the waves of nothingness that prevail.

From space to space on a comet’s tail.

No wind, no air, only tides on the lonely, lunar sea.

Only alone, do the moon tides flow free.


 

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