Of the Moment

The moon we sit below her
basking in her finest hour
full beautiful she lights the
night revealing the sky god
in an inverse presentation

in this hour time stops briefly
between the wax and wane
where a certain magic of a select
discipline celebrates a moment
of nothing lost and nothing gained

a story told and retold over the
years bringing hope to those who
believe in the extraordinary

far and few between but we know
they’re coming laying plans for a
party in the honor of the second
given between now and then

full lives may be lived by some
within the middle but then that
is the extraordinary magic of the



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