transforming cellular yearnings

transforming cellular yearnings
of totaling all days
I find calls to the winter moon
a different kind of lunacy

there are cats in the machinery
wolfs in the downfall
serpents in the carpentry
of old history

the blinking of a culture
sedimentary believes
days belong to the living
the eyes of the universe




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-12-29 at 23:46

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I always like the way you put words together. The moon has always been the celestial body that has most inspired humans. Our connection to it us physical and psychic at the same time.
Ashe :)
2015-12-30