Sun Moon

Mistaking the sun for the moon,
walking through the crags,
we cast rocks into space and grasp at stars.

Mistaking burned feet for a lunar glow,
bleeding from major and minor cuts,
we smile and daydream through pain.

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From Bad Dirt during Winter's Bone and Saved by the Holy Spirit's Redeeming Grace

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