the crescent moon, bent
like Arjuna's bow
draws her ink-dark arrow across all heaven
she is first to intersect venus, then mars,
then on in one omniscient arc to trace
the centre of being
across skies, across eons
across all beginnings, endings,
all that is and was
long to outlast all human experience
and all that can be foreseen
MChallis © 2015
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
the crescent moon, bent
like Arjuna's bow
draws her ink-dark arrow across all heaven
she is first to intersect venus, then mars,
then on in one omniscient arc to trace
the centre of being
across skies, across eons
across all beginnings, endings,
all that is and was
long to outlast all human experience
and all that can be foreseen
MChallis © 2015
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