Acquired, Acquisition. Poem by Sunny Adruza

I have caught the full moon at last
she was sleeping beside the sun & all those little perfect stars
The blemished moon longs for the same perfection
Such a pity the moon is so pretty
As she is, she looks at the mirror from the forbidden castles.
the mirror reflects a thousand moons & she's caught in the puzzle of finding herself among all the pretty moon like faces she seeks to be
Beyond her fears lie the merhorses playground
They dance to the tunes of the moon's alter egos which are many not
Not just one
Blessing herself with the powers of the beauty of the swaying flowers named Miral
She launches herself onto one of those merhorses to ride into a world of new moons
Where darkness pervades, eats her alive
And the sun seems dead to her pleas & calls for help
May the night eat up the dawn n puke out the eve
May darkness pervade so the moon becomes overjoyed to be the new sun which shines upon the back of slaving men & women
& their precocious little bee-eating children lying paralysed on the banks of the holy rivers
Begging to be fed the sweet honey
Which is now the moons extravagant beauty potion..
Acquired, Acquisition.