I want to remember it just like this:
Tonight, the moon is smoking.
It will kill you or drive you mad;
Sometimes you don't understand it.
Then you just stop wanting to understand it (said of myself just strolling in the night)
It's like being
taught the religion of the moon.
The moonlight it showers-
I think to myself...
Let the word 'moon' drop down
into my pocket like a shining silver quarter;
I hold firmly just standing -
So perfect this souvenir in the night;
(when I was a little girl!
shouting and laughing!
a bundle of nerves!)
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