full moon rising...wolf moon, they say
because they howl this time of year
an ancient call to the wild
under midnight skies
filled with a million stars
But in the city, stars fade
and the moon grows dim
disappeared by parking lot lights
and all night neon
promising amazing cures
to save your eternal soul.
Ah, but don't they know?
The only cure for a broken soul
is to remain eternally wild,
breathing the crisp cold air
of the January moon.
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