wouldn't matter

wouldn't matter clouds, as black as night itself, attempt to conceal a full moon so profuse with our witnessed secrets as to over plump his sad broad face. we know of sunbursts, starbursts, cloudbursts and microbursts; if supernal fate orchestrated a 'moonburst' would silver dust float those light seconds to earth, settle upon our hair, our shoulders, and in so doing, broadcast our private puzzles and who would care by then? 03-10-11 ©tlp 2011