to be yearned for

pale airless moon floats
like a porthole in the pastel blue sky
unblinking witness to this shut-eyed world
because there has to be one watcher
to chronicle the wicked and wonderful ways;
there has to be one untouchable face
preserving beauty like unrefined silver
never to be mined but to be yearned for

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