I feel like.....
the cut of the cutter, the food of fools,
like skulls crack on concrete, like moon shine revelations,
the darken, the darken,
hollow most grave the forgotten most animals,
pray to no god
know god when you disengage,
Sing the brutal rites of organismic spring,
I walk in armies,
desires follow like highway debris,
I conquer bravely,
forts on hill tops, suicides for random transportation,
nothing dies, nothing lives, begotten, not made, one in being with one another
I can hear your
silence in the doubts before sleep,
I hold you,
morning star, in all forms, my darling, precious, their is no life like your life,
no wonder, like your wonder, no love like ours,
from the milk,
from the honey of dreams,
walk with me away from this interface,
I feel it spread out like the brane that bounces worlds upon worlds,
-the sediment of eras layer'd but separate.
Like the memory of the river,
so gentle the flowing the spacetime I am
my last thoughts on the cross ~you
like Summer her name,
like the braves of mangled bodies at the base of Seneca rocks,
trace these scares to the source,
the Nile and the mountains of the Moon,
all these days of pain and pride, the raiment, the coat I was killed for, the ghost caught in the repetitions of living,
Oh God, all Gods, yea are all Gods,
Old soul, needs of renting
it echoes for all towns and time, the wake for the harden, the trended, the used, the long suffer'd
mourn the end of morning, little sips of death, the little sleeps that matter dreams,
for you, always for you
Mountains of the MoonA Poem by Nimbus9© 2008 Nimbus9Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 19, 2008 AuthorNimbus9Toms River, NJAboutI am desperation in a streamer popper, I'm a lesson learned in the footnotes, I'm a cancer treatment based on broccoli and chanting I'm the last dime you need for your last bus ride, I speak too muc.. more..Writing
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