Our moon in her orbit
Is always going toward
And always going away
Like the ocean at the shore
In and out, and both at the
One side of her is shy and ever hidden from the world.
When we can't see her at all, that side has stolen both her brilliance and her beauty.
But once a month she offers both to us. She would be
Nothing, though, without
Were I to light a candle and place it like a sun in the middle of an empty, spacious room
We could orbit it, like two planets, or a planet and a moon, and explore each other's
Dark, shy, masked, hidden, complementing sides, and
Now and then,
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