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05/14/2003 Entry: ""Surprise on the Moon""
At last, a dream to write home about. Which I did, earlier today, in this way:
"In the wee hours
That are the domain of muses
And the dewing of grass
I saw upon the southern edge of the moon
A brightness nested in a tiny point
As if a star had fallen into an incomprehensible crater
An incredulous shine that jarred reason.
Soon this phenomena spread from eye to eye
All manner of wires crossed
And the whole planet, our busy doings, confused,
Dwindled in inexplicable conundrum.
'What is it? How did it get there?
Are we safe? What will this do to what we claim in knowledge?'
Oh vexing sky,
what unnamable thing has bejewelled the moon?
The uncommon became the common language,
Fingers poked the ceiling of our understanding,
Making so many holes which leaked so many utterances of why, why, why...
Soon, light simply stole the moon
And we left the night without shadows.
Of course, this was a dream,
And in it's glare I overslept, overshot my obligations,
As cardinals hulled seed in those beaks
Where rough tongues cup sunrise in sound.
I scurried too,
And now all I have is an aftertaste
That has lost the connotations and importances
Of strange portents in the molten black of sleep.
If there was a meaning
It floated from my yawns and back to
That unknown orbit of indwelling lunacy,
The origin of such night flights
That illumine new days with otherworldly brightness
Even as the moon hides under the horizon
And it's glittering surprises."
What's more, I don't remember going to bed, didn't set the alarm, and wound up with those images in the ibasket of my waking consciousness. How 'bout that? Mystery, omens, portents, signs, or lunacy?
At any rate, the classifieds are out, listings circled, and it's time to scope out cardboard boxes and friends with pickups. And so, I move on...
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