True Lunar

Tonight the moon in its starched    
phantom white  
deceives with borrowed light
and marbles in a steelier blue  
it swindled round  
and is stayed from decay    
by an atmospheric    
calm  
A cratered obelisk  
pulling the shadow  
out of stationary objects  
nestled in the dark  
with showers  
of  tidal pearls  
and I rise up  
as well  
to my own full  
occasion