Storm pale moon beyond a cold shadow cloud,
Veiled deeply behind a far off misty shroud.
Illuminated behind the dark side of night,
Shadows cast by the pale floating satelite.
Pure viewpoints hidden in umbra from sight,
Awaiting the dawn for the stark bright light.
Our misty morn blue heuristic advance,
Yawning chasm of a forenoons last dance.
This current void beyond all our limited reason.
Signals change from deep dark winters penumbra season.
We now await the son and the magnificent glory,
A warm summers day to crown our heuristic story.
Wildetect
