I didn't see the Moon (Part of the "Keep" group of works)

Crawled down within where it
crystallized in the center like
splintering minerals that fed my
fractal heart until you failed to
follow, and I was back to a simple
moment of dissonance


Keep up, kept until you
washed away fragments
of time we've lived
ac-cumulatively

Faith has a way
of failing
affirmingly
Yes this pace has a way of
trailing
confirmingly

So I haven't moved from my
wine
so little in too much time
we wont
drink together tonight