Looking at the crescent moon, I see
Not just the light but the dark back
Side, usually hidden completely,
Except in tonight's cold clear sky,
It is a sphere floating steadily, eerily,
Facing the Sun, like the Earth, from
Which it was torn and broken free,
Our orbiting orphan reflecting softened
Silvered sun light, so quietly, eternally...
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