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Blot

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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