• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Only by the Sun’s Light is the Moon Visible

You took the sun
for your eye orb
and I was a silver sliver
a perfect half
or bent to a crescent
on my back

When you turned your
face from me
I drowned by night
in a river of stars
'til someone let slip
that stars scintillate
with their own light
and explode in heat,
rock, dust      molecular

Who were you
to rule the sky
to be God of the sun
to call me lunar?
Don't you know
I am stellar, celestial
in my element.