.
The peculiar moon is bending,
offering its cup,
but it is not a genuflection
I’m thirsty, yes, and gazing up
but why should it bow to me
Though all hope of the art is dead
in nights of lead it does its alchemy
changing sun to platinum—
offering half the earth a moon
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Jim Culleny; 1981
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Blink 