The Vanishing Moon

 

anne brigman

Out of the shallow earth you emerged

wrapped in warm leather,

black waves of sorrow grasping and clinging

as you resurrected

 

Beneath hollow chasms I waited

starving, stalking

a sphere of secrets

pulling me into your dreams

 

to infinite depths

where the vast seas sunk

we clambered together

grappling, feasting, our shadows like thunder

 

then under the white beacon we lay,

crystal dots falling from the sky

as we etched our final songs

into the vanishing moon

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image by Anne Brigman

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