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The moon is the compass to more than lunatics 

 the world shines forth on course to break the habits of Heretics

                         The void, the miasmic zone

               The desert a monicker of mine to show 

what on an empty canvas I can do, or to leave desolate as an epiphany to grow

Nomadic trackers seek me out in the signs

in the sands of 

the

Mountains of the moon

             they brave the desert to find, signs written in the dunes

                           Craters, calligraphy written of the Creator
                                the sands of time just rivulet capulet capitol letters
of loves endless sea where miracles are all the better

skylined wink of nursery bard story shine, on

the starlight makes the moon an adorned and pregnant bride, from the Sun

having a little me time as the nativity hears the tales

                                                    The sun, the moon and stars

they make nimbus across the sky as the Battle En tales

                          The stardust makes for night light, blink of the divine 

to shine and shine and shine

the light of the stars, and fill the dark like fruit to the vine

                                            Like star and moonglow on the desert snow

The moon and sun meet as two stars adjoined-to each other to know

in marriage, 

one shines to, as the other beams, with child, aglow.

The ecliptic a carriage and around we go.

Family, children, Husband, Wife, Creator, its written in the stars.

Heaven a front row seat in a vast ampetheatre.

God has his actors His scripts and His laws, that plan for the Future.

They say their lines without flaw, learn to love! 

The main attractions and the special features.

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