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.
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