Celestial

Sweeping silver cheeks

I asked the moon,

‘What have you done to me?’

Craters in my glory

And up so high

Only to fall so low

I am silver and black and alone

Not a star

But up where they are

Sticking out like a rotten onion,

Is this what it is to be celestial;

Is this what it is to be human?

 

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