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In aisles of mortal neon lights
I wandered, crowned with ancient rights—
Three silver moons, marked half-off there
A cosmic bargain, cold and rare
I cracked the first like mortal fools
Its shards fell soft in parking lot pools
The Titans laughed from starless thrones—
A goddess shops for styrofoam?
One moon left in my hands
One orb where destiny stands
The second slipped through time’s loose sands—
Now chaos hums where order commands
The second moon, I dropped to Black sea
Where waves gnashed teeth to swallow me
Triton’s horn blared Folly! Folly!
As Atlantis drowned my melancholy
No coin, no prayer could buy it back—
Just a receipt stuffed in my sack
Olympus sneered, You’ve lost your touch—
Too mortal now to grieve so much
One moon left in my hands
One sphere where ruin expands
The Furies knit their reprimands—
A queen of stars? You’re just… stranded
One moon left in my grip
One glow to chart my ship
Let Hera curse my mortal trip—
I’ll hang this last… on fate’s tight lip
One moon left in my grip
One glow to chart my ship
Let Hera curse my mortal trip—
I’ll hang this last… on fate’s tight lip
Now dusk veils Kroger’s fluorescent glow
One moon gleams in my shopping cart’s bow
A goddess learns what mortals know
The cosmos fits where bargains go
