Rufio’s sword made a dent
clear through to the other side
but not so much that we can’t hide
the miracle from its event.
Down one stretch of stratosphere
the moon decides she’s seen enough
so leaves her moods and random stuff
for some new night to persevere.
Turn the outside inside out
and run it backwards downside up
then drink that from a paper cup
to taste what getting lost’s about.
pilgarlic 