Follow the moon

What sieve
will distill a dream?

A thing of moment
but confounded
by dictionary devils.

Enticing in its grey distance,
alluring in its apple wholeness,
it follows like a moon.

One wakes
to the knives of morning,
mourning the loss of the thing.
Struck dumb,
as it were.

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