A Surreal World Poem by DM W

A Surreal World



O the moon is milk- white tonight!
It seem to cast a surreal light
Over familiar objects.
Making them strange. As I inspect
Them I feel like an explorer
Naming a new world. O why are
The stars turning into fiery birds?
Why does everything look so absurd?

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