The sun and the moon desired
to become better acquainted with each other.
So they set out to dance each twilight hour
across the tessellations of the gaseous floor.
Never did they hold hands,
nor the sun take the lead,
but still they danced a perfect dance in the forsaken times
when the mind is absorbed by beauty,
to simply feel a thing they never possessed.
Heat and frigid air before the break of dawn.
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