Swollen Moon

The heart is a swollen moon. 

 

God has eclipsed me. 

Thank God. 

For whoever designs

himself aright?

 

Nobody.

There are only the stars to be seen

flourishing in the sky. 

 

And I have allowed midnight to be lost

as the hours wane and die

and my eyes strain to see them,

O my God, 

like a demanding metal,

like a sign.

 

 

07/16/2017

UBC

af. " My Old Ways " by Dr. Dog

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