Swollen Moon

The heart is a swollen moon. 

God has eclipsed me. 

Thank God. 

For whoever designs

himself aright?


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.



af. " My Old Ways " by Dr. Dog