fabulous in moonlight

A shock of brightness
followed by blurred dizziness
and the realization in plywood
lit by the autumn moon
on a clear night
through a sliding glass door.


I don’t think I have to go any further. There’s nothing more to say. This is it. The plywood is beautiful. PLYWOOD! == BEAUTY(!).

If you can’t get how wonderful and wondrous a proper moon makes anything…and I start gagging right there. I motion for water. I am motioning for water! No, really, I cannot say it any more clearly than that.

I gag at the thought of you not being blown away by the awe and grace of fallen plywood slumped over broken saw horses burning white through smeared glass. I gag and I can’t breathe and I need water and I motion for water.

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