During the steep night
owls shift seasons with the moon
Ruddy sky slips from
The western phase of the equinox.
When will we pass this way again
and call out names
like cattle lowing in the sun?
Horses hungrily tear at the grass
as if it were the last handhold
left on a sliding earth.
4/21/1986
Who is this beast breathing beside me
like some forgotten ancestor
coming for recognition in the night
to give me new colors for dream
to shake me from the womb
where breathing began
beneath the skin of the ocean?
Sunlight surreptitiously slips
out to reveal the age of reason.
Tattered cannibals devour the darkness
And the beast arises from the swamp.
Dust beneath, dust above.
Winged half-moons in symmetric repetition.
Why so sweet
Why so yellow
So sun, so moon.
Civilizations rise and fall
Tattered cannibals devour the darkness
And the beast arises from the swamp.
Dust beneath, dust above.
Winged half-moons in symmetric repetition.
Why so sweet
Why so yellow
So sun, so moon.
Civilizations rise and fall
by the edge of this fruit.
4/21/1986
Added 2/17
Some of this writing becomes the framework for LUNAR, ECLIPSE, MULEGE
4/21/1986
Added 2/17
Some of this writing becomes the framework for LUNAR, ECLIPSE, MULEGE
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