National Poetry Writing Month, Day 1
Prompt: Slowly, silently, now the moon (first line prompt)
Slowly, silent, now the moon/
The slither, moist across the lens/
Celestial charmer, you beam at me/
Glazing me over while the sunlight/
Of distant planets fades. I'm blind./
The future and the past smeared over/
Your pearlescence is all I feel.
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