The Hammock of The Moon
KjO’Boyle
Tonight I sleep in the Hammock of the Moon.
Hanging.
Waiting.
Resting.
The air is cool, not cold.
The World smiles at me and I understand it.
Frankly, it’s just better up here on the moon.
On Earth, they thought I’d fly away.
But now I know that isn’t true.
Earth throws you off-
The Moon Hangs On To You.
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