The milky curve of the new moon
frail and aerial,
leans elegantly
over the inky expanse of the sky.
But it is the shadow that draws the eye.
The dense darkness behind the false brilliance.
That which gives him depth,
that which makes him absolute,
standing quiet and still
watching over his shoulder…
Is that his soul that I see?
Is that his truth?
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