Clouds glow soft pink, dark blue
There is light, but no moon can be seen
A strange sort of half-light
that darkens upon further scrutiny.
You know the moon is full
But it hides behind a cluster of clouds
deigning to be silent and furtive in the dead of night.
And then what is the moon?
Only a rock
a reflection of light that is not its own.
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