(This poem was created for submission to the Eclipse Vocal challenge in April 2024. The challenge required contestants to write an acrostic poem based on the word e-c-l-i-p-s-e, and I was inspired by my own experience viewing the total eclipse of the sun that month- from which the above image was taken.)
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