The Moon

The receptive qualities of the moon. Reflecting the light. There is madness in this poetry. Something coming to an end. Not exactly a generator but a receiver. A catching and throwing at the same moment. The beguiling and mysterious feminine at work in the dark, in the cycles, the hormones and the cries. Great creator, music, but do not become attached. This is immense depth, and the void and must be respected. Meditation. A visitation; a silence.

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