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Thursday, March 17, 2022

Syzygy and Chiasmus, Terzata #38

Two words we couldn’t do without:

Syzygy, when three celestials

Align on their gravitational route,


Momentarily over a billion miles,

Occluding light, eclipsing night,

Like the gnomon on a sun dial.


Chiasmus, the reversal or bight

Of like words in two parallel

Clauses, such as, heaven is bright,


But all is eclipsed in hell.

Oh, the words we spit, spat, spout —

Though we live under their spell,

They can’t cast what life is about.