A Full Moon Cometh

She’s coming.

The full moon is coming.

In the forest is a vast multitude

of love and beingness.

And so I smoke my cigarette

under the trees

to give them extra carbon

because she’s coming,

the full moon is coming.

God, here she comes.

Yes, she is coming.

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