Thursday, July 5, 2012

July Full Moon

The night is my magic
My fragile flight
My tragic mentor
My sightless sight
I sing the darkness
I bring a blank stone
I'm alone in my alone

The unique commonplace
The quiet violence
A ritual grace
I frequent this silence
A still pool in a secret room
In my ancestors' palace
Sequestered from questions
Released from fools-gold
And unquiet jesters

I sigh
The story  unfolds

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