Where sails the moon this evening?
For it must be she: patient,
One-eyed queen and governess
Of summer heavens …
That fills the woodbine bugle
With warm narcotics that
Hypnotise and bewilder
Moths and mortals.
This timekeeper and turner
Of tides and histories
Has lessons for all who know
How to give attention;
Focus on her sky screen scribbles:
Learn of circles, times and joys,
Faces that change, masks that
Mean all and nothing,
Secrets that aren’t,
Dreams that should be,
Power in doubt and doubt in power.
Concentrate, my friend, for your
Life will be the test.
12/7/2013
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