Blood Moon
Go get lost, the dumb eyes
You just see; realize.
You saw moon in sky
It was round and full size.
Someone held; but unseen
Someone bit; made it thin.
The circle turned two third
Then became, half; one third.
Finally with sunrise
Moon was gone, as if not.
What is, seen being lens?
Better see, think, praise.
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