Sun Man commanded life below to bow;
Moon Lady swabbed with heart-grown oldenly brow,
Sun shone blindingly, maybe disguising.
Moon sprung commandeered from not now to know.

Wait! Hold on! There goes that eclipse! I think.
Not alone, never alone. Such wonder,
Why bright, sun continues. Is it a jynkx?
Moon, sprung-Laurened-putty; defined, do you her?

Knowing she can't? Fulsome, yet, hideous?
Sun-bald lands! Do you scream? What if I can't?
Greenery dies as it is awakened.
Veniary is weakened. Even all,

Old should shut up, dynamically. I,
Cosmic-wise. I am but a thorn, reknown.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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