Moon
live, spy saddened
shadows in the glass;
small facets
of a likeness drawn slightly.
where it
lands, how it breathes out motion,
lip sync, lines
upon lines read out loud.
tongue-tied
and thought-melted. Congealed
hue. It makes
the night ache, clouds shifting,
applaud the
moon stepping out in a fur boa
of starlit
awe. She stoops to conquer the light.
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