Friday, October 23, 2015

extraction and edit from 7/2011

In the beginning
The first man stood in the heavens.
On the bones of his ancestors
Lucifer fell 
angels hurled mountains of cheese
A giant leap

The rind of the moon makes pungent stock.
The necklace of the moon wins suitors.
The gown of the moon frustrates fathers.
The howl of the moon is the wild call.
The moon sees the one I love.
There's a rabbit in it, and a man, and a spider.

the celestial choir
 and the whirling dust and the planetary punctuation,
 is loved, 
has been loved, 
will be loved
in the disparation.

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