Waxing Gibbous
Bold
bright
Buck Moon
antlers shine
illuminate stark
black fields; skyclad lunatics dance
bathe in the silver glow; my melancholy madness
abandoned, I dig toes into dirt, hands held above my head and join their revelry.
Cannabis smoke bellowed across heaven's firmament like golden-maroon mushroom clouds
radiating atom fission; Woodstock flashbacks now
haunt my brain as I float between
memorable truths'
counterfeit
rush: de
ja
vu.
