A Poem for the End of the Year by Rufo Quintavalle

I saw the slenderest
crescent today, hung
between buildings
as light gave way
to dusk; the more
we know the less
we know, the mind
blown open, a cliff
edge then air, made
open again (the soul
that is) for business

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