#1038 - that moon was

 

9.xi.22

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that moon was

 

blood as marble

for a palace coup

wolf, they say

devil’s eye, red devil

 

like a singe hole

in the old sky’s story

 

it was a next day blue sung

green of a later sun to light

 

it was just an hour gone

still under where we saw

 

nor cow nor spoon

cheese lost, no appetite for it

 

all dents from long since accidents

greyed over, out of atmosphere

 

that moon untimely torn

thrown to this far tint

 

a serious condition

moon was all we had imagined

 

vanishing still, no cloud comes

but makes stars brighter

 

chilly in November too

that moon was in the news

and we were told to see it spun

 

although it never does, you know

but keeps one face our way to show

 

just for that while it was all we had

that moon was just for fun