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Contributor: Ben Osborn

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you ask me of the moon

with your right eye nearly closed, you see a sliver of light
a sliver of silver night

moon-less

a silver of slithering light
your left eye hints at opening, you see a sliver of night

you ask the moon of me

of the silverlit night
and your right eye is almost open, to let in the light

moon-full

and the night has left your eyes, slithering
into the silver light

you ask me of the moon


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Ben Osborn is a writer, composer and librettist based in Berlin.

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