daughter of the moon

little day breaks
through a shift
a paper smile
tears closely at the edges
bright
sun danced golden hair
streams silvery bright
neon frescos dot the city lines
mall entrances
hall entrances
there is no where
there are no traces
where I don’t see her

she is the last daughter of the moon
and I long to dance sublimely
under her stars.

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December 13, 2012
Categories: Love . . Author: Gary

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  1. Pingback by ofsol on January 29, 2013 12:22 pm

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    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
    With influences as diverse as Blake and Roy Lichtenstein, new combinations are created from both simple and complex meanings.
    Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a tragedy of greed, leaving only a sense of decadence and the prospect of a new beginning.
    As temporal phenomena become frozen through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with an impression of the possibilities of our world.

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