Nothing dire. The long wait for photographs–illuminated
time-lapsed projections. I glimpse the full moon and think
irregular/clouded.
Biopsy is a
loaded word– a tease on either side of cure.
How the moon glows hopefully,
almost pulsing with a real sense of permanence.
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