Where were you when the sun seemed black,
when the Moon overtook her blazing track,
when the sky turned daylight almost pitch,
when even sceptics watched the switch?
Some had travelled far and wide
to find mountains to climb, sea to sit beside,
to places of pilgrimage, vantage point,
to watch Minister Moon the Sun anoint
in the prism of shadow, the ash of darkness,
the liquid cooling of utter starkness
taming the fury of vanities flames
humbling her rage, denying the claims
of superior presence, immovable power,
overshadowed with ease by the silent flower.
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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PuisiThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs
