The narrow end of the spear that makes a crack in the sky. Causing the catastrophic landslide that pours out the heavens, and opens a ravine to the universe above.

Lie to me sweet moon,
keep to your cover.
So that dawn will break with a smooth entrance and you weep with stardust.

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