It wells up, strewn pieces of moon.
Outward, the parts split benignly,
sky, wind, flesh, debris, the skin of rocks
floating, in unison, with the asteroid belt.
Look up to see the image. Striking, in its sharpness,
known vistas tremble – there is a lone glow
reaching a thousand eyes in a thousand nights.
Lamont PALMER
First published at Strangeroad.com