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The wand is held up

And encircled by the moon

The shadows are filling

In the silhouette

The sequence of movement

Is locked in light

The animals are conjured

The moon gains intensity

The astral animal

Are formed by connecting

The stars even though

Light years separate them

The sky is opening

Tectonic plate

Like voices erupt

Planets converse

Comets cross the sky

These things are not lies

Symbolic otherwise

Holding too much truth

From this vantage

The wand runs between them

Making the connections

The lines are traced in the air