Moments to midnight; witching hour
When alchemy unfurls,
You: open-eyed and silent mouthed
Eclipsed by other worlds.
A satellite pulled from its course
Seduced by gravity,
Uncoiled there and divided from our concentricity.
Your parabolic journey
Serene as summer moon,
Waxing in a new aeon
Our tiny demilune.
A monolithic metamorph
With onward path untold,
Whole halo beams of lustrous light
Make bright a brave threshold.
Sum of circles, little orb;
Skull, fist, cheek and eye,
Turning tides transforming worlds
With that first taking cry.
Much more now than your parts, pale moon
The glitter on the sea,
Your guiding tides beat rhythms new:
Mother, father, family.
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