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Oh Moon,
I never waken ’til your silvered self slips beyond my west-ward windows
though on nights like these, full your bright highness, I never sleep,
but watch you cross the corridors of consciousness I keep
knowing I am kept mind and spirit lightly by your shine.

crystal ball

Priestess mine, shine my mind; keep me clear.

There’s no way out of here but the spinning through.

TheMoon KatBlacktarot