Sacred posturing
Laying down earth incense
Lighting it in praise of the hidden second moon
The moon’s lover
Constant within the sun’s shadow
Keeps the shining ardor of his lover
On the path
Of godliness
In front the tide, ruling birthing cycles,
Insisting on paradox
Between chaos and order
In her cyclical way
The other side
The dark side
So often unnoticed, so often written off
Feels the fire
On his back and stays warm
By consistent contact
With his dualism
Everywhere
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