Moon shining over the water
And leaves apart in spectral silence,
How night is sometimes still surprised
That heaven’s lanes only reached by love.
Each exact sorrow being divided
Or multiplied by twin dissatisfaction.
Wood falls which side the milk flows,
Praising the raised lengths of virgin Cedar.
Law and being, duality of time;
Straight as the purpose of starlight flying,
Straighten night's sash, follow fence lines
Along the nightdress of bulging galactic.
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