It looked full
but was apparently waning
like my patience.
It followed me all the way,
lit something in me,
hope perhaps,
for the new day.
A constant
that always changes
swapping places daily
sometimes hiding
but always impending,
it’s just a matter of timing.
How does it affect so much down here?
Controls the waves,
just not the one we’re currently wading in.
Can it see tomorrow?
Does it know how this will unfold?
Is this hope mis-sold?
Who knows
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