Turn Blind Eye

Oh moonless night
Whose lips are sealed
Whose pearly-whites
Sit tight-concealed
Impotent again
You toothless sky
To break the ripened skin
Of fruit hung high

Offered to your blank stare,
Your closed eye,
Your starless, pursed air
Expanse of darkened sigh

Oh moonless night!
Oh moonless I!

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