Under the spontaneous moonlight,
The starlight portrays a vigorous silhouette
Sneaky. Similar to a raccoon.
Later retreating and recoiling as less light is present.
The sound it produces is blatant and tintinnabulous.
Mentirosa, I realize that it may be a soliloquy.
My thoughts are dedicated to exaggeration
Growing each second, similar to popcorn
It’s difficult to quiet these thoughts
Can’t get rid of them; flushing them down the toilet
Can’t heal them; ointment on a cut
Can’t pack them away; paper into a satchel
Can’t make them shapeshift; magician and a frog
Can’t you see?
I’ve let my thoughts veer me from the silhouette
The genuine and luxurious silhouette
The silhouette of my own imagination
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