This moon has landed
these clouds can only amplify where
many times they've been complicit
and the moon was surreptitious
this fullness illuminates the spectrum
engages against a magnetism
heart flares spit arcs of sentiment
gravity hovering between poles
the beacon demands the vigil
serene paralysis of waste light
light that cloys and begs unhinged
light that is itself a shadow
by Missy
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