The moon has been lying
about where it goes at night.
Maybe it falls asleep.
Tell me,
why has it decided to be locked up till dawn
if it isn't sleeping?
Who keeps the key?
Who tells it when to come back?
Who decides that the night
has had enough of its absence?
Should we trust the moon
just because it returns?
Does returning make a lie
any less of a lie?
Then what about the sun?
It burns so bright
and always decides to leave.
Every evening.
It disappears.
Does the sun lie too?
Or does it shine too bright
for me to understand?
Maybe brightness
has always been another way
of hiding things.
Perhaps the sun feels
there are things we should not see.
Perhaps that is why it burns our eyes
when we stare too long.
If the moon can disappear
and still be called beautiful,
what does that make us
when we disappear for a while?
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