night sky
a blanket that is not smoothed out
the light from a full moon can be piercing
making eyes water
bright and blurry
until shifting gaze
looking differently into the distance
the nuances of the moon’s exterior
are in full view
detail takes my breath
and gives it to the beauty of the moment
the stark difference between brightness and dim
the eyes see colors long after they look away
left with the remnants of what it was like to see contrast
like ghosts that follow
until they dematerialize into the softness of night
the cover
the blanket
that provides protection while the mind settles into itself
and the new stars dance
in new ways
to new timing
to new music
the wonder of which
the depth of which
is infinite
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