Many Forms and Shapes of the Moon

Desert Sands Eclipse
The moon forms a lit tongue
That speaks it's soft incandescent
Of powerful struggle moving masses backwards
While it's circumference fuses to transform
Shift and unshape, stretch in ways most abstract
Yet majestic, spiraling timelines with hollow imagery
Enticing the wants of spirits consumed
Swallowed souls through & through
Form the deathly hallowed eyes,  the lips quantum screech

I sense you as a king seated in the sun
A spoke of loves wheel-full spin; moving center
This god awful creation spawns, laying it's hand, drenching unease
A victim, no, a piece, a counter piece

That transfuses tonality and color; It's atmospheric odor glues hearts shawl
Heating degrees during a nights walk; blending hearts spoils unto itself

But the moon, all pervasive steals the sun and refracts it unclean
The culminating higher force, feeds fat in enchantment, than wholly disperses
It is not new when light again comes, highly aware of our comfort it pumps
Horror to edge us into madness. It's center unaltered from flowers withered.

The undead may be moved, tricked

Observant I watch it's crescent all but dissolve

Pearling from the light of distant stars

Waiting in waning and waxing

An enticing robber, with that borrowed light

it's altar decorates the skies height

I pear at the hanging rocks surge and retreat

Entrance me no more

Shift not my ways of living

Entrance me no more

{Phantom Moon))))))