battery

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----a poem by Giovanni Posella  

 

Some say the moon is a battery

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Shining like a big bubble of light

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Reflecting the rays of the sun lying on the other side of the world

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Some say that's what our energy is derived from

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The key to our peace

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Has nothing to do with what's inside of us

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You peek through the keyhole of your neighbor's front door

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The darkness looming over you makes you feel so creepy

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The bright chandeliers hanging over the dining room table

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They make you feel creepy, too

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The faces sitting at the table

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Are just as tired as you

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The key to their peace

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The key to our peace isn't inside us

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It's the moon

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Or maybe it's how similar the key and the moon are to me that makes me feel this way

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How unattainable they truly are