Keep moonlight when the night blooms,
Keep your face like its face with the gravity.
One sees a shadow in the sunshine,
It grows from you wherever you are
Except in violent palaces and brooks
That are public and concrete.
Keep the moons from the sun as
The planets adjust their aspirations,
For moons are the satellites of heaven
And ours is supreme for the richest men,
Ours is the crescent of love and peace.
Keep each moon equally, as it turns
You must turn like a mirror and its rays,
Feeling the least importance in this cosmos,
Further is the goal, further is the light
So entrancing, and so enlightening.
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