amor fati

the passing -
the vagabond

wolf moon


that huge, whitest of whites


brought my world closer
to the world envisioned
since the fall
since i found myself

a separation
a disparate object
among a seeming mass
a satisfied, assimilated community


i wont ask her to stay
it wouldnt make a difference
tho i dont decide against from impotence


the moon will always be there


whether covered in sunshine
one with a cloud
or highlighted by a black back expanse


i know she's there

open
running
howling
blinding
blazing


and i know she knows im here


thats all i need to know







so i tell myself as i exaggerate psychospiritual rot

e-p-i-l-o-g-u-e

when you meet the moon
don't look both ways

there will always be night
blanketing our candles n bulbs

we need the moonlight
else we shall wander
in thorns n deep waters always
unknowing till submerged till pricked

unable to see neither feet nor dreams