Untitled ("The is a rainbow around the Moon")

A compact declaration of cosmic selfhood, mixing sulfur, moonlight, work, and spiritual pride.

A short declaration of self that begins with a real night sky - 'The is a rainbow around the Moon' - and grounds wonder in labor: 'I did not stare at sulfer all day / to find out there wouldn't be / Something more than this'. It defends love and night-work ('I am born the best', 'I am unusual and out of the / question') and ends in cosmic dedication: 'I do not live for myself / I live for the universe'.

The lunar halo - an actual atmospheric ring - is treated as earned vision, the payoff for a day spent staring at 'sulfer'; wonder is something you work toward, not stumble on. The poem's logic runs from physical toil to spiritual claim without a seam: because she labors 'through the night' and 'through / the light', she is entitled to declare herself exceptional, 'out of the / question', and to issue the half-mocking 'Be amused'. The dropped 'r' in 'The is' collapses the distance of 'there is', so the rainbow hangs immediately overhead rather than off in description. The closing inversion - not living 'for myself' but 'for the universe' - reframes the whole boast as service, pride and self-erasure folded together so that being 'the best' means being given over to something far larger than the self.