A moon nears us,
autumn at the poles
of its dawn,
let's us know it is
among our thoughts,
autumn with its dying
and its promise
of a beginning.
It watches us from the sky.
On the grass where we lie
swooned under star lights,
trying to converse with
or at least find a way
to pierce the universe.
We are all going to die
without knowing
what celestial body
vies with us, what eye
at night seeks us out
from the corner of our sky,
where love might be real.

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