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Beam Reach

She passes, always, east to west,

in slow traverse,

gliding on the glimmered night air

First wax, then wane, tricks of a light

and shadow curse,

slowly seen, then slowly never there.

Night to night, and month to month,

she pulls at us

like tides, come rolling from the deep

Connects us to ourselves above

the land’s abyss

in waking moments, and across our sleep.

Look up into the dark-song night

and she looks down,

all hanging, falling, silver dreams

In summer’s skin, and autumn’s cloak,

and winter’s crown

our bright moon, she sails on the beams


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