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August 28, 2019

Dark gloops of oily black

slide a spatter across the moon


Obscuring the shining sphere 

of polished ivory bone


It’s halo a margin smudge

it reaches and seeks its view


struggles to curve and swerve around

to reflect or to rebound


But light is defeated

by its beam’s own directness


Rays too right 

to avoid the blot!


Through the boundless space of night

unencumbered by vacuum or vastness


finally thwarted by a mere vapour

ephemeral form of our watery sphere


fluidity freed to inhabit air

wander horizons and ink wash the heavens 


and just enough to conquer

cosmic light

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