Globus

Low moon sits, where once the sun.
They rise from single horizon.

And though one’s fired where other pales
both hold the key to drought and gales.

These orbs of incandescent ascent
follow everlasting descent.

Always there, whe’er seen or not
moon as cold as sun is hot.

Globus London

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