Part I
I’m just half a moon away.
That’s all the time it’ll take
Before the shadows that fall to day
Slip off the moon, the lunar gate
Opens to you again.
Half a moon to see you smile
The hidden surface is a child
Playing hide to my seek while
Counting down. I’m wild
To see you again
In just half a moon.
Part II
Half a moon since I saw you last,
Time revolves, ahead and past,
Now half the moon has gone away
And half the world has gone to gray.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
But I cannot change
The angle of repose
Adding to the top, as high as it goes
But everything tumbles to the base
Constantly spreading to fill its space
I pour my noblest thoughts at peak
One by one, the highest strata seek,
But they mostly spill back to the ground-
Still, nothing sought is nothing found.
You told me things I couldn’t hear,
Couldn’t condemn, couldn’t agree,
Preying on the secret fears
All mankind exhibits openly
And it took years to shake you off,
But it was worth each tick of time,
I deflect you with the mocking scoff-
A weak rebuttal to your crime.
If I am forced to listen unhardened,
To hear you speak into my ear,
Like poison in the sleeping garden
When jealous greed sneaked ever near
Forgive me if I make it plain
You aren’t the first Judas I have known,
Nor Judaiser, but your gain
Is toxic with the seeds you’ve sown,
And after seizing all you’re viewing,
The possession will be your undoing.
We dug our toes into the clay
Formed along the banks
The walls of our castle at play,
We watched as clods sank
But we ever stayed.
The tides came in, came in,
And we rejoiced to see them rise,
But they always left us again,
And it came as no surprise
We tarried on the banks when
The final sunrise condemned us.
And how, if you weren’t there,
Could you profess to understand?
Being familiar with a continent
Doesn’t make you a citizen of the land.
You cannot see your own tomorrow,
Yet lament the doom of another’s
Because you don’t have the faith to see
The caterpillar gets smothered,
Digested, and seemingly dies,
Before being resurrected in beauty-
Nothing gets so terrible
So far beyond its duty
And incapable of function
It cannot be made well again.
Nothing gets so bad
That good cannot break in.
So don’t weep for those whom you are not,
And declare the good has gone and died.
The ferryman doesn’t wait for your alms
To pass from side to side.
Every crippling blow today
Can one day fall in stride.
The sleepless moon is rousing me
And pulling me to ebb and flow
Pale rays cut through to drag the deep
But silt yields nothing worth the know
Still every churning of the storm
And every passing of the tide
Combs through the bowels of the abyss
To clean and purge its black insides
And by the moon the angry waves
Keep threatening to wash ashore
The hollow, lost, eroded bones
Buried, banished to the sea floor.
All watery graves overflow,
And all their secrets, in time, spill.
Every wave hits its breaking point
Against the sand, against its will,
Pushed along by the wide-eyed moon
Who does the deed and takes his rest
So that the sun may shine upon
The tangled strandline confession.
Spit out something new,
Something you have spewed
In the same old terms.
The linguistic squirm
Fidgets from thought to thought
Nothing is as fresh as it ought
But each day is a new footstep forward
We all move away, we all move toward
We’re all becoming what we rehearse
For better or for worse.
Darkness stands above me,
A black clock-tower, and the face
Of the moon is handless
Counting by months, by days,
While my feet are ticking, ticking
Along the ground beneath,
And all the time that I tap out
Is time that I bequeath.
Oh how we strive
Within this realm of God and men
And all the while
The ivy climbs the wall and blooms again.
We build, we shape
And we destroy with fervent hands and yet
The dead seed underground
Will live again and not forget
Where to sink its roots
Or to the surface stretch.
You, my usual haven in dream,
Came rushing in after your brood
Speaking sharp words, like breaking sticks
Like shattering my childlike mood.
Now, when I’m already weak
And the thing that lives inside my brain
Crawls and chews and leaves
A tunnel system of pain
Why, when I have stayed loyal
Swimming against the tide,
Why do you stand against me
Withholding kindness already denied
Just to cast me aside?
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