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Let’s celebrate the moon and sun

The sparkle of the stars to come

The rituals of the east and west

The reckoning of this enormous mess

The lost key that needs to be found

The dirge that is playing from the mound

The freshening of the rain falling

A silence comes once more calling

Searching again to find the way

Hoping it will be today

Waiting for a sight, a sign

An Exhale would be so kind

To be happy with the latter

That would be all that matters

Much Love Much Life