Chiaroscuro
sun-spoiled colors like fruit to burst slowly yield to a shadow tide pulling a demure
crescent
moon posing nude for constellations extinguished by the tremorous lips of dawn
changing
watercolor into oil for noon’s dominion over shade hoarded then troweled and finally
plowed as
light is sipped into
stars
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