Waxing Gibbous by Wax Brain

The quartz stones burning, aligning the portals for maximum smoke
Inhalation to satiate the yearning of the mortal mind impaired
The pale smoke rises up to the clouds and dissipates before my eyes
Like the fluctuations of forever in the changing tides

Reflections of the moon revolve around the smoke,
That's burning from the oil
Hot like the flame
Reflections follow us and guide us through
And see us to our end of days

It's not yet full, but I still see the way
It's just not all too bright
The waxing gibbous will see me
Through all my waning life

The air is moving the moon is high
Songs from space effecting life
All in all the rise and fall
We watch it through these bloodshot eyes

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