Dancing light of a half eaten moon,
Trapped inside a dirty old bottle,
locked with a tottery bottle cap
Eager to break free from the trap.
One shudder and the bottle’s down,
All that light spilling on the ground,
Out comes a moon so pure
Getting muddy on the muddy floor.
Freedom demands sacrifice,
Possibilities always come at a price,
But the moon had to come out and go high
No matter how lonely and dark is the sky.
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