I see you, moonlight. You are trying to reach me, sending innocent lassos out to me, curving yourself around tree trunks and over porch railings. You lay yourself thickly on the ground so I am trapped in my house, but I’m smarter than you. In my house are all the shadows I need to keep you at bay.
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I’m so bold. I sit out on my porch, so close but so far. Oops, there’s a little stone you threw at me. There, I’ve moved. Try to find me now.
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But still, my eye keeps darting over, aware that you’re there. I remember I used to love you, that you used to move me. I remember, but I have no memory. I am stone now and statues have no past. They have no future, either.
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