Saturday, July 20, 2019

July 20, 1969

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  1. Moon Horror

    Once I saw the moon
    drift up as if balanced
    by invisible legs.

    I saw it melt, then freeze,
    lose itself like a face
    vanishing at night,
    like white fire fallen to ash.

    I feared this most:
    this white wingless stone
    drifting alone.

    I was afraid of what infinitely
    surrounded it – those things
    older than love and death.

    March 24, 1975