It’s not a full moon yet,
just a couple of days left.
Yet, her energy is so vibrant,
it moves the ether around me,
fragrant, alive.
She holds me, she hears me,
like my sister, mother and grandmother.
More so when I’m mourning,
drowning in melancholy,
or longing for my deepest desires.
You are witness to all,
and the ruler of the waters
in my body and on earth.
But… why don’t you reveal yourself?
Who are you?
Are you a flat disc?
a hollow ball that hosts a world inside?
AI? CGI generated?
Have you been put there recently?
or have you been watching me for aeons?
Are you the goddess Hecate?
the inverted projection of the true map of Earth?
or a stray part of Theia?
In your mystery
your feminine nature is confirmed.
Always patient, always silent.
Yet, your cold white light
does not have the warmth of a mother.
So I wonder
who you are,
truly.
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