I juggle the moons
To a cosmic tune
On days that stars go gray
The seas rise and fall
As do the dunes
Desert crabs go astray
The moons are strong
And steady and wise
They know they will be caught
Their trust is complete
Yet stupid as well
They've forgotten how they'd been dropped
They're icy smooth
Their pale blue skins
And damp and moist as dew
They're feeble yet strong
Hydrated opposites
Ancient and spanking new
They try to talk at times
Garbled and sputtering
Like babies with cute lisps
But they make most sense
In cold silence
When they are all eclipsed
Then the desert crabs
Brave the storms and sands
And nights with icy hale
The moons then begin to remember
And the juggler starts to fail
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