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Moon Halo

Dwindling are the final nights, the ebony skies on which you etch your stark ethereal aura each year, your superlunary circle of shine. Mantic god’s eye, you watch us, enigmatic as we inventory our yesterdays. as we ponder new beginnings, as we behold your lustrous crown. Naked wreath of pallid gleam, cleansing the lingering indelible ink we all carry from our enfeebled judgments, from our institutional callousness. We never comprehend you. We only see our plots and perils in you, Still, in your stable presence, your dispassionate appearance, your silver shimmer to which we ascribe our madness, odd though it may seem, we find a new year’s hope.

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Date: 1/2/2021 8:42:00 PM
Your astounding lover of our language, which I grew/grow myself to have is evident in every line, making your poem speak more clearly and deeply, a sharper painting. I am envious and thankful to know & have the chance to meet your words. All blessings to you......sally
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Date: 1/3/2021 12:00:00 AM
Hi Sally, This lover of language is left speechless by your praise. Thank you so much! - Thomas