WRITTEN ON THE MOON
This way to the dark side of the moon.
Call for the light.
Call for fullness, round, a vanishing.
Call for seasons, heave, beach sands that drift,
Call for silver by which to see new contours,
Openings, a delta flow that travels against the stream.
Dam this, break the old dike’s back, and I will run.
This is the dark side of the moon.
Close your eyes, too. We are gone.