One red moon circles one
blue planet: yang
and yin, separated
by definition.
One moon and one
planet follow the
ancient reel, giddy
with speed and perfection.
Yin
twirls out in her blue
dress. He releases
her hand,
lets go of his anchor
to her, spins off
into the inky dark,
joins the green-clad woman
and her lovers
in the ancient rite. The planet
follows
yet falls out of time:
the lone, moonless planet spins in space.
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