A sharp, narrow sickle,
golden in the evening sky
dances with the bright star
in the west;
together they dangle
the earth beneath them
on that delicate thread
that hangs us in the balance.
IN THE EVENING SKY
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
A sharp, narrow sickle,
golden in the evening sky
dances with the bright star
in the west;
together they dangle
the earth beneath them
on that delicate thread
that hangs us in the balance.