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Eclipsemoon guides me
on its voyage,
night wind
goes deep,
insinuating bones
fingers as white,
tonguing
the marrow of me-
I can't shiver the
chill from my soul
as intense as
everything I feel
while there's life,
who could
sustain it
a sadness
adrift,
where it takes me
I don't know,
I don't wonder
too numb
to feel the course
moon steers-
eyes soft focus,
total eclipse InsomniaTell me the name is for a goddess,
capricious and deadly, who    
mocks the afflicted in their dreams.
I might endure more graciously
if only this were a dream. It is
she who tosses fireballs of light
pulsating, flashing bright
and going dim in the blackness
behind these herniated eyes,
to devour while I hear the sustained
pitch of a sonic scream through
the static frequency of night air,
the peel and cry of her harpies
smelling of singed hair and brains;
the fever and sound rips through veins,
cauterizing shut the window for sleep,
leaving the frantic staccato of a
heart in flight, as I whisper
Goddess, why spare me the night. Children at the GateIn revenge, we have set fire
to our mother's womb
where all life emerged,
where the shadows of
countless pillars of smoke
fill the skies of oceans
from coffers burst open
pouring forth stains of
prehistory risen from the dead
by the reckless children
let loose upon the shores
of glacier salt licks
to haze the land with deserts
that choke her arteries;
the relentless march to the sea
where there is no welcome-
to ravage the spices of her
jeweled neck and arms, to
lay barren her thousand bosoms,
to defile our first and only home
that lays at our feet waiting
as our yearning gaze points us
to the starry firmament
until at last we might implore
O Earth Mother, forgive us
before you cast us out of Eden!
and of course, she does
with her blessings, in spite
our contempt for our birthright
(it belongs to us, we reason)
too short-lived and fragile
by our own hand to earn it,
so we try and take it
for we are the brazen children
who forsake her, and
play with the keys to the gate
which bars our w

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