All day I had in mind
Something convoluted
I wanted to tackle
A bit of drollery
About solipsism
That the moon rerouted
With the slenderest wand
Of reflected starlight
The uncanny pallor
Neither silver nor white
Found only in the glow
Of poems about the moon
In the eyes of poets
Falling out of their boats
To kiss the faint mirror
The last echo of light
That started out as fire
And ended up as night
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