“Circular Mirror” (Edited Poem)

The circle of the moon is never ending, just like the reality inside of it.

Insides are reflected out.

The moon plays games.

Every time we cross paths the moon is undergoing a new cycle.

It depends on the mood. One day a glass is full the next it is a quarter empty.

Phases of the moon in the midst of a storm abloom;

The phases are theatrical. One day they’re comedic, the next day sad.

Who knew the moon was so moody?

Mankind is reflected onto the moon and vice versa.

A one sided bias story is told.

Never trust the moon.

The moon has halitosis; it is, hexed, haunted, hollow and very hungry to be filled.