“So, my darling, how do you think the Moon feels about her Dark Side?”

The Moon pockets her Dark Side

safely away

A secret tintype of its flawed

naked self

Flaunting instead

its burlesque version

garish in the footlights

adored in reflected spotlight

A mirage of beauty

veiled by the Night

But with wig and makeup off

the mirror

tells her otherwise

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