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Moon Over
Brad Leithauser
within a night sea
after confusing up and down.
It seems so basic — up/down — and yet,
immersed in a black neutral buoyancy（浮力）,
the world's boundaries all wet,
a person may mislay his only meaningful
compass — the heart in his head —
and mistake Earth's centripetal3 pull
with stars, over a wind blowing free.
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But the figure — the tiny figure floundering,
lost, in an unlit sea. . . He's trapped
nightmare, who knows he knows a way out of here
though he keeps forgetting
the key.
How do we wake? How do we clear
the borne mind of its body and arrive —
gasping, half gone, not gone —
on the surface's groundless shore, not just alive
but secure in the moon's artful netting,
whose catch tonight may be one of those rapt
souls that thinks to see another dawn?
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