It massive leans
to the left
lighthouse poised
prepared
for rocket trip
Its starboard porthole
to moon so close
fingertips
could almost
touch
Its pockmark pores
its crater skin
wrapped in gauze
of witch's night
witch's dim
the spell is cast
oddly snapped
photo graphed
goblet drunk
to the dredges
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