An apparition:
Egg-shaped moon,
Haloed, with soft, cloud-prism edges
Dissipate; alone now.
Resplendent shining white,
Holy lasers lacerate
In four, six, twelve directions.
Bare fingerlings reach, sprawl
Whilst man-laid brick outlines the bottom edges.
Hail Holy Queen,
Lady of night shadows’ sorrows.
Pray for us, Mother of God.
Mary in the Moon, tonight.