Intellectual Ventures.

silence screams into the darkening night,
the darkness deepens and condenses, cold,
bare arms and legs prickle mute with the fright,
the bright young moon becomes suddenly old,
the dew dampens out its silvery flame,
the crickets hush in observance of death,
the fire gone, the night is defenseless, lame,
even the wind has been quenched of its breath,
her eyes lift to the sky, he takes her hand,
and she flies with him to relight the moon.
milky white slender, she's pulled from the sand,
no thanks for her fixing the burnt out moon,
placed atop their shiny metal trencher,
and called an intellectual venture. 

The End

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