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-So it's the [fucking moon][].  Big deal.  As if \
-you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky \
-like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,
-
-a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][]) \
-tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.  \
-Don't stare at it like it means anything.
-
-Don't give it the chance to collect meaning \
-from your hand like an old pigeon.  Don't dare ascribe \
-it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
-
-in your affairs.  It's separated from your life \
-by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space, \
-the same distance you stepped away from time that night
-
-you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope \
-knocking in the dark.  It was then that time fell apart, \
-had a nervous breakdown and started following you
-
-everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.  \
-You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer \
-and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove \
-that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.
+| So it's the [fucking moon][].  Big deal.  As if
+| you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky
+| like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,
+
+| a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][])
+| tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.
+| Don't stare at it like it means anything.
+
+| Don't give it the chance to collect meaning
+| from your hand like an old pigeon.  Don't dare ascribe
+| it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
+
+| in your affairs.  It's separated from your life
+| by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space,
+| the same distance you stepped away from time that night
+
+| you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope
+| knocking in the dark.  It was then that time fell apart,
+| had a nervous breakdown and started following you
+
+| everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.
+| You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer
+| and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove
+| that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.
 
 [fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html
 [rotten meat]: roughgloves.html