Moon Map in my Ypsilanti Backyard, in the Afternoon Thunderstorm

Mare oculus, collect the light that falls as prismcolor-code micro-smells in the rain.Mare os, guide me down into dark cavernswet moss beneath my feet.Mare nasus, to the weaving interior fields of stalks, reachleather-green of pine needles, black twigs.Mare finditur, rift...

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