when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
no tradebacks...
so this is what it's like to be an adult
I saw the work of the photographer Duane Michals in sweden he's a photographer and along with his pictures he writes some text. He has one that is called many moon and it reminded me a lot of these lyrics so i thought i'd share
it goes like this :
when i was a little boy it seemed to me that there were many moons.
My grandmother had a moon and my other grandmother had one to. We had a moon over our backyard, and my best friend Art had moonlight in his bedroom from his moon.
When we visited relatives in chicago I was not surprised to discover their moon.
Then one night when as we returned from a visit to my grandmother i watched out of the cars back window and saw her moon follow us home.
Her moon was our moon there was just one moon!
Now the sky seemed so empty

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