White Moon

Perhaps the dark time

was passing

even before the moon 

scoffed 

then swallowed

eating up the dark
and leaving a ring 

of white moonlight for breakfast
and spatters of spewed out stars,

with baked slivers of silver thinly spread

on sliced white bread

for lunch.

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