In the time before color
Seeps into the world
When the white gold of the moon
From its little saucer
Pours eternity down
On the trembling infant
Of the world such a shy seed
The only one of its kind
Sometimes it wakes me up
And I go out to see it rising
Pouring and rising
And even if I’ve let things go too far already
I still intend to pull them back
I still want to see them through
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