Moon Wrecked

Where the torn roots spine needles of sky ways

there are ribs assembled of urge

over awes of the strength collected and moving

through shattered silhouettes

the toll of orbits tilting fruitful dusts

covering like no one into the circuits of smuggling time

describing the moon shining

oh the smoky gleam through broken glass

was enough

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