Lunar Cycle

i think too much sometimes
will never be unlearned

of what has frozen

as if the known bricks
and alleyways

the prisons we make

unto ourselves of the cold

were the only reality

and freedom flames were nothing
but imaginary because

this is the way the world is

this is far too much the way
it is for us

to dare ignore

the Moon as she lingers
near in the tides

shaping driftwood

i will take to configure
shrines of clandestine


simultaneously with all
the world slaughters

tonight burning meaning

whatever it is of us
in these silver flames

that is unspeakable

and consumable
and so tenderly