Perfectly circular moon seems glued to the sky.
Low, yellow, flat – like a piece of parchment.
Dry and uneven.
Street lamps holding up to it fistfulls of yellow glow –
sacrificial fireflies.
I feel flat, stuck to the landscape like a rough sketch.
Eclectic collage of bits held together with glue.
Unmoving.
Unreal.
Unalive.
