Aside the table, on the shore of the Salel river

Dwelt a mind, too far astride our own communal mind,

Who wandered distressed wide wide

And found himself wolf howling at the moon

 

The moon the last place he found his solace.

And perhaps the only place, a silver panorama as well

As a blue white light scene, the mind can imagine

Towers of the self from this infringement

 

Of moonlight down from the turrets

This place of wonder, this destiny of lovers, of families

Of the great astronomers, before tech wizadry

Had us all wiv run dry. Plenty of abberation

 

In it’s brook-side mellow and yellow tangent

Away from the need for pinching showers of endorphins.

Moon worship I might say is found intrinsic to persons

As the dogs do point up an avid fretwell

 

I visited Bealtaine with it’s fires

May have a full moon, definitely have a moon.

The horsemen of agrarian free society

Meant well tokes of smoke here fireside

 

A return to sender. Melodies can contain

Sectors, nay, fragments of the moon

We marvel at the lunar meteorites

We are awestruck by the lunar meteors

 

Both achieve their aim, their destiny

Fraggledom, manic and undeniably bridled

Individual culpability superseding systemic change

A loaded substance pumped cloaked around the masses

 

Well denied survivors, from common sense

Meant on the shelf, out of the way

Consigned to the scrap heap. I say

The scrap heap is a place in this world full of people

 

This is under the moon, moonlit whispers, say

“6 pence for a pie”, “measure by measure development”

“Fast by slow mince”, “nardy north let in the ice cold wind”

Then the “nark of my own failed pyromaniacism”

 

Deluded into the moon. The moon a body like our own

Influences our body, is a well of well-being

Takes the time to feel it’s rays of up-welling

A found poem eminent amongst our feelings

 

Tied to the moon for sustenance

I can argue from experience this

More than the Sun or rather deeper than the Sun

A symbol of culture in Muslim states

 

A hidden secret of moonlit whispers

A time for jelly knees and breath borne self-consciousness thoughts

Replenished in the exasperation of the in-breath

Fool hardy foolishness relented in the out-breath

 

The moon is wide as the world

And mysterious and hidden as the Self

Magnified on the horizon

We see our sister planet up close

 

Time warp means consistent paradoxes

Can treatise my chances interspersed the Universe

Dwell once more as my own man

And write of moon-shade conversations