Sunday, January 12, 2014


the gibbous moon is high in Cancer

approaching full as the past is dissolved

in all the forward motion

toward some future

some soon-to-morph manifestation

of the always here and now

that we'll attach ourselves to and

call a memory

all I've loved passed in the instant

of their happenings and now without

any hope for what is already around us

we lay down our angry charges and lie looking up

at the moon...all chases the slanted sunlight

shines around through the earth and through us...

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