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Each night stars

were screwed

into

their blissful sockets

Each night comets

flew..

most

ecstatic rockets..

on Night's throat

hung the moon

a glowing quiet locket

she wanted

only

to slip into

her Sun's heart pocket





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PEARLESCENT MOON



As a spring blows

bubbles

does God blow

softly

the pearlescent

moon..

... a moon

not sacrificed

to jewel thieves