Less, Less, and Less.

I wonder if the crescent in the sky
remembers being full,
I wonder if the wings of extinct birds
ever changed the world, or
if everything that once was
may well have never been?
I wonder if the moon will wane
away into black and,
as if ordered by a judge,
will never return?
I wonder if I will ever
feel again?

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