The state of our union

O Super Bella Luna,

you beckon a bit too early

as the brilliance in your reflected daylight

is delineated on freshly fallen snow;

a quickened fox yawns.

What sharp shadows you cast

at this hour, even the wine dark sea can be seen.

My alarm is set to keep watch

as you set in a red blaze of blue blood;

but not quite yet.


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