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[Guest guest]

Nothing makes a difference.

 

Perhaps it always has.

 

Blown along the cold coast of reason

the breeze is stepping down now

to a softer part of the feeling, is warm

on the tip of my eye I am keeping

like a lover on this moon.

 

This moon!

 

Her naked radiance

blatant and unashamed

blasts the billion

tiny mirrors studded diamond-like

within my cells, now all ablaze

with urgent whitelight moonshine,

yearning only to sing love songs,

silent songs of praise.

 

Some feeble fog has slipped between us,

as far from my nose as it is

to my toes,

and we are tempted to the old debate:

Are the stars moving, or

are we? Famished

I devour this mist and drink

my tears.

I am made of water,

at the mercy of this moon.

 

Even talking breeds

its own dilemmas

so we employ no words but

"Ah …."

nodding to ourselves in that sweet redundancy

ancient loving brings.

 

Those ashen masks of shyness were shed

light years of tears ago

in the far ghost lands that

even now shimmer and

evaporate in memory.

 

I've heard it said

the only hindrance is

remembering the past, but

few remember this.

 

Tonight is that kind of night --

everyone wishes each other

"Goodnight!"

well…

It is.

 

A time of things falling

from trees and dogs

fart in fear, but we don't

budge.

 

These falling things have never mattered much to us.

 

There are no sins of omission here.

The cards are all out on the table, but

nobody's left to claim the pot.

 

I am not the kind who breaks things

down, nor have I paid much mind

to the mathematics of the spheres,

but I can see how someone might.

It all adds up,

followed by more tears.

 

My ears

are cast like limbs of trees

attendant only to the sad

tiny melodies

barely audible

echoing from within

the tear the sky has grown to

warm my eyes.

 

 

It's nice

you know

just sitting

here, fire near-by

 

blue-smoking the moon

perpetually

 

roasting the cinders

of cruel intelligibility

 

listening carefully

with unconcealed delight as

four times twenty-seven hairs go

growing past my ears

 

my Friend

 

tonight