Friday, August 17, 2012

here under the dark of the moon

the past breaks apart

the end of one cycle

rolls over to a beginning

and the whole damn thing

starts over again

our loves wiped clean

and our strengths sorely tried

in a few long minutes

the moon will turn new

and purged of ourselves

we'll still be who we are

that never changes

that's of no help

we'll feel in our blood

the shift of the phase

and only our consciousness

wild and depraved

will come to grief

will be our baggage

going forward into the now

that does not forgive

going forward into ourselves

and our enigmatic choice

to accept our breakage

or to forge a new alloy of heart and mind

to greet a new moon

that will soon turn old...

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