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Dream of the Moon (Sonnet) by WondrousMoment
Dream of the Moon
If wounded sunset bled until the dawn,
and didnât dry its veins away and die,
Iâd never see the skull of its skeleton,
that needles up and wavers on the sky
as men in garb on mardigras, or know
the mad, mad katadyds, the rain-punched pond
that boiled as casserole in an ovenâs glow,
throughout last night when water rubiconned
the doorstep and I saw the heavens fracture
-not just the skull you see, but all white bones
gone mashing, snapping almost to contracture-
barred and endured for me by aching pane
of glass that yelped when pebbles, rocks and stones
skipped and attacked it in the rush of rain.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 8005
Posted: September 19, 2004 10:42 AM PDT; Last modified: September 19, 2004 10:42 AM PDT
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