The earth falls out of the water
The water falls out of the air
The air falls out of the warmth
The warmth falls out of the sky
The sky falls out of the darkness
Churning at the center
All this so the leftover moon
Chalice-like can be filled
With the salvaged light of the sun
Its glow reduced for human eyes
To look at fully in the face
As much of ourselves we can manage
Filling and being poured out
On this earth which is softly rising
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