moonlight (Explored)

I attested to the world: I confessed the strangeness of the world.

I sang the eternal: the return of moonlight and cheeks enticing love.

I commemorated in verse the city that surrounds me, the tortured suburbs.

I launched my psalms to the rooftop horizon, and they came back with a taste for far-off lands.

I spoke of surprise where others speak only of habit.

----Jorge Luis Borges

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