waning_gibbous tender_square the moon stamped its filigree on the back lawn, ran luminous through bent branches; threw a wish, disowned the shadows. i begged for erasure, for renewal at the doorway, eyes cast upward. 211024 ... unhinged now my body is also waning; i feel relief when i am this synced with the moon i feel the menace in the waxing fullness the vibrating potential of the secrets we all told ourselves when the sky was completely dark moonless the tug of all the water in this body as the gravity of the tides increases with the size visible to us my power for destruction increases with the size visible to us the power of the sadhana is different with the waning like i am calling out 'dont forget me i will wait for you' this place where i live not a home because the other dwellings the mountain block the moon from my view (maybe this place is sharpening my other senses my feeling my tasting my smelling) 211024 what's it to you? who go blather from