definitive moon poem

uncomplicated
madly
serene

truly

ironic how we mesh worlds
when we define

de-creating thrones
principalities outre
archangelic re-routes

woodchips sigh
climbing birds howl
the moon rises
fat slugs whisper green

strange how the moon
has no face

(devolving life
a four billion year crash
and burn slides into heat hell)

no forms

strange how the sun
strange how

i-mystery,
complications,
narrative breadth
inhabits in the inbreath of a baby

how much more then i,
i, i, i
enfolded
corroded by time
a time module
set on survive

breathe out at last
sang breath,
hopeless hole breath
faraway waking-dream-breath

death is a new breath
without a sky
the sense of birds
inhaled into falling dark

strangled

wrathfaced
dervish-wrighting
homely-skried

strong, true, welcome life
yellow in the brain's branches
o circular moon!