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The Moon
Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt orange, am I
Circular-fools, neurotic halves, wise courters and sickle-slices shape me
Liquid-masses bow down to me
Extinguishing my counterpart, and transforming light into night
Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All’s kisses
Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light, am I
Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I
Chaos enlivens all awe-struck viewers while in my foolish-state
Shadows piece together my possession
A maternal-nurturer for, a fertility-bearer, and an enabler-of-harvest to all, am I
Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament’s-Darkness
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