Luna
Waited all those years from the time
of the first sparks in a starry sky
until the day of my embodiment
So many…oh so many nights
I stood aloof from the rest and
sometimes
rested upon heavy white bones
All those lucid dreams
I remembered
and sometimes journaled
in the ocher leaves
of my note made from
the dried ostrich skin and
once while gazing the lake’s surface
I saw a man that shook
the marrow of my back spine
a transparent liquid leaked
down to my heel as cold,
nearly as liquid nitrogen
it was one of my Selves
I never encountered before
Tonight is 13th of July and
I don’t remember this cold
when the Moon is full and
does not care the wolf’s howling
time and time again
the Moon in its fullest filled with
the entire fullness fills me entirely,
opening the Gates of
Talismanic Temple of Greatness
where The Mystery; The “I”, with
my entire “I-ness”, meanders and
often entangles in distances
far from all eye sights
