Finally the world gets out of the way
And the moon deftly comes into her own
Slips loose from her constraining father
And the compromises of her gender
To fully comprehend her splendor
Single regal virgin mother rising
Behold your son who watches you
Sailing into the ethereal blue
Just a few nights we have together
Before your memory melts away
Just a few words exchanged by lovers
About to enter the grave of the sun
Until I return to be your mother
And recognize you as my son
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