moonsea

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blue volcanic dust
scattered over surfaces
solid liquid
forged in chaos

invisible with stillness

Tranquility!–
do cosmic naiads
sing starsongs
dancing spells to quell

the human stain
of those metallic beasts
who came without
invitation?

hollow words echo
breaking ancient silences
begun before time

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A quadrille for dVerse.  Lillian has provided the word tranquility.

A word that always makes me think of the moon.  And I was dreaming the other night of naiads, dancing.