"Moonrise"

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Wondered where

Did my past

Life lie?

Or go?

Was once

Good at both:

Hate pure hate

And zero like absolutely

No-no-nonsense sentimental

Guilt; and

love, left

There or thrown

One’s way

So pure as they swore

Forever forever etcetera

And that was

Because lies help infi-

-nite to break.

Does a (small) promise

Fade or flourish

When is left unattended?

And / or

Does anything

Small anything

Else then growing

Midium , big, large, old

(...)

And then die

?