Moon,
Owl in the sky
God of the night
Creator of Time
And our perception of it
The way
A mark on a workbench
Becomes a measuring stick
Becomes
A
Benchmark,
We line up splitseconds
With your eclipse
Of our
Sun,
Until
It becomes
Our only one,
Faith
At the end
Of an eyelash,
An Eclipse,
A split-second’s
Benchmark,
A unique,
Planetary
Birthmark.
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