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Rain in the air has crystalised the night.

Along the southern shore each tiny point

Of solitary brilliance cuts its way

As if honed to sell itself above the rest.

A thinning crescent drifts behind the clouds

Failing to print its image on the tide

Where a single tanker slides invisible

But for the red and green on either side.

Eastward, the darkened vastness of the sea

Swallows the line of light into itself

All boundaries of earth, water and sky

Dissolve into seeming infinity.

The street lamp overhead gives my world light

But what is that, when dropped into this night?

Brian Hick December 2011

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