for its stature and awe, are equal not to its diurnal cuz,
its normative superior, but this eve, its tender gaze
displaced, replaced, but a glaring whiteness beamed
so bright, this substitute, our pupils pierced
our iris’s burnt brown, moon light fearsome bright
and daytime, angrily yields to it youthful usurping
superhero this nocturnal day, our eyelids only open tadpole wide,
yet vistas and horizons are etched in bright clarity
we traverse the streets and beaches with no hesitation. but cup our hands to forehead, as a shield o’er eyes in deference to its fervor’d singularity, the beach’ed shells gleam like sky~stars in the sand, as if
they were lamplights lit to guide the way, our travel safety insured
we put aside any interior contemplation,
our exteriors so overwhelmed,
thinking only of this mysterious miracle
of an unnatural role reversibility, and wonder if our lives be
fore ere change’d
and the words of poets must score and homage
our novel disordering