Moreover, the Moon--Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.
Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.
Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,
touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles
Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.
So Long, Farewell
-
The time has come to Kevork the blog. And rather than leave the 3 Ps
lingering with half-thoughts in cyberspace forever, we decided, before
signing off, to...
14 years ago
1 comment:
You know I love the Moon, the beautiful mystical Moon. So many write about her and ever one I love to read.
Well done, you for capturing her beauty.
Post a Comment