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A Shard of Moonlight
In common daylight,
Words become opaque baubles,
Corruptible shells,
Cease to ignite—
The Poet, then, must restore
Their lambent brilliance,
Their supernal flame,
Till they sparkle in the night,
Explode in starlight.
In the Poet’s lines,
Old words burn on touch of lips,
Light the world within,
Reclaim their implacable radiance
To show a world in a shard of moonlight.
