Masked Within A Passing Moon.

In spirit to the rising sun the lowered moon will stay, beneath the light that its possessed upon the rite of day. Beneath the pale blue lunar light upon the silver wheel, the night will ride a beast in sight upon a passing field. Upon the turning hands of space, upon the sands of time, the pendulum returns the face, upon the light of mind. In dreams conceived before the passing sunlight in the west, are winds that blow before the last of eastern lights expressed. In image held before the view upon this side of play, the dusk will light the heavens flight upon the tide of way. Upon the fortunes in the candle lit before the task, the light will weigh the skies its laid before the sun is mast.

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