After midnight to dawn is poet time
sending lines to drag white round fish into lake thought
reflecting on surfaces moon mirror
liquid as flow of chi ,ka, prana
swaddling cloth secrets unwrap for fool moon morning
Once,we met to reaffirm the voyage/next
we left and never came back to the same space
just as she does each cycle season
Memory is another moon.This one different
Whatever cage inadequate/she fluid /liquid light
sending dreams to poets entangled in her web
who seek to spill the lake in to liquid wordworlds
Now has gone-replaced the space for globe
with talk about an image photographed
Cafe Caffeine continues/as do poet parties
convening cats in packs and un-
until various vagrant paths converge
urging us under the influence to sing
this moon back in to our dreams
so we might fully be more than space and time and distance
shrinks when we look UP!-and see her cloud shrouded
above us always-moving as we must
though in our eyes are mites and motes
and centuries of moon dust...
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