All night, you weighed me up, globular, a mad-god eye,
From your jeweled grove. What weight can measure the
Sky when you unbalance so. Dark sided circumference, always
Hidden, maybe you’ve lived forever,
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That something so close and so benign can be menacing and inescapable looming over us, is a terrifying picture in my mind. Perhaps our trust in the steadfast and trustworthy is misplaced; perhaps we should see beyond the beauty, the outward show of gentle luminosity and look into the unknown heart of those who have always been there to oversee us. They are powerful and we sit beneath their pull and watch as the seas crash over us. A favourite. Sherrie