i’ven’te’re seen
a moonth so labyrinthine
as to here from hallowe’en
besets routine
familiar seasonal swing
off the cliff to vast ravine
suddenly subteen
night’s heinous hiemal gleam
chills my inner steam
sparkling dancing
venus flaunts her cosmic sheen
off the shoulder of selene
little b’tween
southern shore of dear selene
through the sky the two careen
dark sky pristine
stage for this open tureen
followed by sister opaline
dance in a dream
both goddess and queen
attached by hands unseen
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