Stars stepping stones
Sky night bleeds into space
Waves crashing beyond sight
Journey of the night-hawks
Deepest blue break away
Lava mist burning
White peaks touch the moon
Crescent pale and blotched
When sun careens again
Solar flares pierce the gloom
Nuclear sirens of gray twilight
Radioactive in the fields
Who could say, who could see?
Why night would linger into day.
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