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