i am the moon
my orbit grip, the arms of will.
infinitely close, a
gray ghost of land
a pull of faith
your imprint imperfect
lingers in still dust
safe, weightless
soul glow and spectacle speculation
coated in tracks,
oh history.
chasing night
around your equator
proving everything with depth
has a dark side.
you can only see
the craters from there, unfair,
i can only see your atmosphere
from here, dear,
reach for me,
next solar eclipse
i'll let you aboard
my pull of faith.
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