My daughter calls me
From a distant room
And asks me
If the moon ever cries
Her tender eyes are swimming
With questions i can see.
I tell her—the moon does
But only when it lies.
Hoping to teach her a lesson
Before setting her free.
Maybe she’ll be a tree
Much taller than I could ever reach.
What i did not realise is that
My words only chained her feet
My actions actually affected that mind
Trying to evolve in the heat.
She looks away in wonder
—suddenly I’m afraid.
She asks me why i never
Because every time i speak to the world—I’m a volcano failing to not


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