Eximious Old Friendships Are

Eximious old friendships are,

Marital and moony.

The passions of the sun will bear no looking

Save an oblique taking in

The peripheral blazing of a shielded center,

Aureoles of aureoles,

A black core flowering

After we close our eyes; too gold madly

Prism flashing, too Hybla honey,

These sun passions, as our bodies are;

The moon looks direct its gay calm,

Marks the absurdity

Of darkness, goes away comfortably for a month,

Returns tides, returns in full,

Rarely nonchalant among the stars.