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Scores and scores of moon slivers have
followed me to this land of dreams where
all is real and nothing reversed.
Imagine that, somewhere
without falsity or fiction!
You are yourself and I
glare into the grey calm of
A truthful sea, compelled to
do my penance at long last.
I crash into yet another
unwanted buoy.