This side of the moon, we see
this side light and hot
then this side dark and cold,

allways half a time dark cold
allways half a time light and hot,

held to the reining tides,
slipping annually, assuring ever changes,
the moon, herself, mistress of all currencies
exchanging loads from one time chthonic sands,

now, the tops of high plains,
once the bottom of the whole world sea,
prior to the last time we saw greenland green.

The hope of 1957, and 1960-66, just
was not enough true to be tested in a war,
Thích Quang Duc, June, 1963, died to prove wrong.
Earlier, ten moons, or so, ten neap right alignings
Time stopped so we could all re-see, we saw
…
Dying Peter Fechter is carried away
by East German border guards who shot him down
when he tried
to flee
to the West in this August 17, 1962, photo.
Fechter was lying
in no-man’s-land
-- for 50 minutes
before he was taken
to a hospital, where he died shortly after his arrival.

From <https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/rise-berlin-wall-1961-1989/>

Suddenly I am weeping, and now, once more, is 2022.
Putin and such as think him wise,
still bring me to tears,

I still see the pond, the sea becomes, as life reboots.

No fish in clear water, I heard a liar say.
A cretan slow belly carp laughs and shines off.