01 May 2023

Postcard 205

And so we sought
the beast oblique
of muddied myth,
of physics neat

Who's sinewed arc
across death's path
is stricken down
with blood-red math

But midnight's sky
casts subtle shrouds
the feeble eye's
obscured by clouds

Denied the veil
by descent and degree
We must seek Selene
of our own perigee

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