“Do you know the Moon’s favorite word, my darling?”

The Moon adores its own image

reflected in others

Planets, satellites

Circles, cycles

The uplifted faces of humanity

each round

all magical

Should it come as a surprise then

that it would be the same

for a word?

Round-bellied vowels

all of them whispered

out the throat

A single-tongued consonant:

EUNOIA*

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