Moon Phoenix

A mass here to stay
A chosen iteration
With shell grafted on

Always Phoenix Form
In a manner of speaking
The shell is aflame

"How true is a 'Yes.'
When silence becomes the bar
For how 'No.' is heard?

So I've been watching
The moon holding her station
Since nearly Day 1

Beyond me is light
Beyond me, also, darkness
You fly and flash past.

'Some kid will do it.'
One of ours, actually
They will be brilliant

We will be dimmer
A full moon finally new
A man once at rest."

"What sign will you give?"
"The Full to The Crescent. Duh."
With that, Phoenix Formed

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