Have you seen the moon
breaking up into ripples
my world broke
when you dropped a pebble
and said you'd be off
the day after
even now
i see moons disintegrating
into smaller ones
till the pain dies out
and mist rises
yet i no longer fear
for further dissolution
of my being
the 'plop' does not stir
my composure
i relish the fading away
of minor details
forms merging to formless
the moon hardly sounds
being split up to pieces
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