Nightly bell….. keening moon…..blue sky washed over world….

Violet hour….. flushes dustly blow in layers…… across the horizon….

And poor southerly Orion……. majestic stand Orion….. in cold months falls backward….. into his hanging before the world waiting curtain

Waiting for a cloak of night…. flow over flutter in deep ripple…. black fabric windy folds….. spray painted stars with scalpel’d  tips they rise……….. under the moon…..and her doleful eyes……

And under her lashes….. stars they do tear….. delicately in sickles…. tear softly tough in black….. pale haunting glow…. orbs ghosting into night…. 

So Orion across the world …. spans the universe and river…. adorned to wait and hunt and rise…. staring death’s sting  forever………….

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