Why Did You Twist Me Up?

 Was the Moon
 A witness
 Or an accomplice? 
 I can't tell
 Both times
 It was there

 Swollen eye
 An overripe orange
 That I mistook 
 For the sun

 Why did you twist me up?
 I ask the staring eye                                                 
 Clutching every reply
 Doubts to confide
 Even a hiccup


 Pulp-less fruit
 With a pulled eyelid
 That mocks me

 I twist my head
 Though it still blinds me
 Crimson, Orange, Black
 Patches of a ragged blanket
 That is no longer holding


 Why did you twist me up?
 I ask the hanging eye
 Doesn't stare this time
 But goes on dangling


 It shuts its lids 
 It locks me out
 Sun or Moon?
 I will never know
 Which it was

 While the Kina trees shimmy to a
                                                     Tik tak tok 
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