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Manufactured Moon
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Manufactured moon,

Arcing back and forth

Over a land of flat wood.

Bordered by color.

Guardians deflect the moon

Across the horizon,

Leaping,

Diving,

Shouting orders.

Guardians labor

Stop the unification of

Earth and moon

Struck once, twice, three times

And sent over the aerial wall.

The moon wavers in its path

Careening to earth

Guardians dive

Landing on flatness

The moon crashes

Seven-Six service! Comes a shout

The moon continues

Rising,

Setting,

Over a horizon of competition.