Wantoo tree for figh've siccess,
Heaven ate ninecerous.
Tend to levander of welf, teen smell fror,
Wenty fram-torpars, assester,
gumming storp, comporta-presser,
Tyme, twixport, gombot-corroded,
Mended wall, in soto proded.
As fernard, tropord infell,
love estreme, dream time of well...
Tell .. intended krado-mosters,
Rarm, esfor - castora-dar,
rerm intorn, intor-da-rarars,
Ferst, dorar - arstert.
Have you noticed there are no full moons anymore?
This is not a scientific discovery, rather a personal one.
All moons are old, faded, blurred, unless on a photography blog.
I don't know what I'm doing,
Sitting here, watching the words coming.
Some only to take off, quickly, somewhere else, just as they notice me,
in a game of lost and seek I keep losing.
Others, fit until the last moment, reveal their secret flaw,
the one, as we do not have time for more,
in a game of "avoid if/while you can".
Because if I don't, it then takes me a hundred and seventy two
long moments, on average, to peel them off my brain.
But the time is not wasted. No.
Unless I know what I'm doing.