I put half of sans étoiles together mentally while standing on Back Beach road and watching the full moon rise over the peninsula, grateful for both its private associations and impersonal eternity. Posting it again in honour of the supermoon and lunar eclipse that falls on my birthday, neither of which I will probably see for clouds and hemispherical cockblocking.
freed of an expired horizon reason tires and lies abandoned
warm gold wreaths the glowing round and
wordless I am sounded
rise and sleigh along a starless spine
sable cradled hueless eye
divinity entailed, interred in intimate affinity
override the pole
retire in silken sullen swallow blue
your hollow mirrored and allayed
remains arrayed upon
the faces of the faithful and enslaved.