Night silent.  An oftentimes offering of

words significant to the owners beholding

the presence of the moon, as it transgresses

a black curtain.


It’s a perfect circle, from where we stand,

suspended in different phases as the days of the month

encourage celestial restructuring; its back side, hidden,

remaining out of view.


We observe, sing, howl, swear, pray, photograph,

and paint the faithful and ever present moon.





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