And when the moon screams
Ambient in the night
(Lalune, she is dusting
In the desert lungs
Of our father's house)
As ghost clouds draw
Webbed scarves and the fear
Of spiders cross
Her white-blind face
(Lalune, she is inside out
Tonight, birthing scimitar
And hex and devil grin)
The sound of mine ocean---Ahh!
Drawn to kiss the soil
Anchoring in her mad
Unembittered ear
Absolution of dirt
(Sole evocator on stage
Of aerial dune, Lalune
Is vacuuming demons)
Death
(A rune, a rune,
Letting down her hair)
And Absurdity
(Hauling up her ladders,
The moon, Lalune)
Reason for writing:
Trying to use words to portray the hynotic power of that
varying nightly hole in the sky to soothe and cleanse
and heal--like a cool-eyed mother
Birth sign: Not entered
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