a war this body can never win the rain relentless
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we become the tales we tell pints full of spite
to the goddess of the deep fishes tow lost souls
moonbound how she vanishes without a word
the morning moon leaves behind her dark
line drawn between fact and fiction contrail divides sky
the faces of the goddess in the pockets of mist
strands of moonlight beyond ethereal clouds
fills the great void earthen hue of the noon rain
all is maya under the mango tree cast aside flesh and bone