Heading
east of the full moon
just
you and me dropping sweet memories across skies of folly
nested
in our aspiration we rise high and higher into the night of
anchorage, multiplying sight ahead and underneath
east
of the full moon
there's
an infinite darkness of meanings growing in all directions
how
is it possible? The farthest we are never to get closer of anywhere
we
only seem to vanish two points – heart bits into charted
surveillance – displaying no collision, no redemption, faith a
glimpse of blue dividing the universe, unaware of all promiscuity
tainting its shores
east
of the full moon
is
a nothing pulling on my groin
between
certitudes and interrogations we make a complete turn never seeing
the whole.
©
2014, JC
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