The new moon, sliver of silver
Sits upon the cloud throne
Serious as ever.
Never have I felt
Such grief
For someone I never met
Yet my soul is aching
Heart is breaking
Diamonds in my eyes
Make jewels street lights.

This modern love
For sound and vision,
Of joy and sorrow
Listening over and over
Lost and grasping
Gasping at the shock.

The new moon, crust of shining rock
Rocking in the heavens
Serious as dying.

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