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The push the pull the moon’s sculpting hands
Its broad face spilling transparent
over lunar mountains
Full bright
but veiled by cloud’s chattering
Obscured
yet still felt in the marrow
~
With a tactile sensing
for the peaks and dark hollows
My blood its own compass
I map the edge of the sea
as the tide recedes
filling the carved pools as it leaves
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The clouds drift away in their own mystery
as the moon glides free
in luminous ascending
and I sway as a puppet in a shadow play
bathed in luminous manna
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Pencil sketch and poetry: j.h.white
note: a photo attributed to Joshua Black Wilkins was the inspiration for the sketch. ( I was unable to verify the source however)