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Phases of the Moon
a poem about the phases of the moon
You might want to know the phases of the moon for reasons
so personal you don’t even tell yourself in those whispers
you mouth late in the night as your mind whirls to itself
dragging you through the weave of blackness that rips open
with your passing and hangs in ragged pieces that flutter
behind you as you move on through yet more blackness.
You may find it necessary to chart the movement of stars
as they arc like a knife slitting open a pattern where the
light bleeds through in silver narrowed by the distance into
points that transcribe themselves into words of a language
your brain has no way of translating into any tongue.
You might need a period of adjustment for the replacing of
bones in sockets loosened by the scream of elements as they
dance their way across your limbs that find no protection
against the wind that scatters the pattern and washes you
free of the things you believed to be the unchangeable
foundations of your existence until the only equation you
can trust is the circle opened out from the triangle born
of numbers woven of DNA where the slightest waver…
