Accutrements
There’s nothing to change right now.
The moon is out. Can’t change it.
Can’t rearrange or exchange the sadness
The face that you watch at night is perfect-
Reflections are surreal, steal a story, imagine
The universe stopped here, on this moment
The one when you are finally present, awareness
Takes a certain amount of abandonment, accoutrements in a backpack, locked up
In a hospital locker
While they open you up.
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