this happened, you turn into the Moon
cold and mute
your arms opened to catch the light
a female wave
she falls asleep into your arms
a full body, what to do with her?
behind a strong window pane
you lay her down on a lunar bed
with guardians, dolphins in space suits
swimming in little gravity
you walk the corridors of Luna Base
find poems of men dead long ago
you throw them away, the poems
it's just paper anyway
lady Light in her dreams
her eyes going left and right, REM
what can the brain do, but to go along
yesterday in a cave, tomorrow on the Moon
lady Light her skin is pale, white
like the fur of Mister Rabbit who lives here
the dolphins in their space suits
obviously envious, hey, Mister Rabbit!?
how did you get here, on the Moon?
I am the Man, says the Rabbit
well, why not
you yourself now just a moon
::: ::: :::
Picture: Somebody going somewhere
Poem reconstructed on August 25, 2012.
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I consider this lull between posts to be a good thing, of course, but....what's new? Hmmmmmmmm? La Belle Lune is beautiful, but dusty & cold & airless, shining only in reflected light that is sooooooooo old. Enjoy your respite of, well of what? Have Fun!
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