Healing Moon

by P. R. Lowe

copyright © November 14, 2016

(woke up in the middle of the night, with this complete, not a single word changed)

Are we creatures turned away from the moon

hiding in cellophane and plastic nightmares

of desires of what we want to be and do

are we just reflections of our own garbage

piling up on platforms across the oceans

the notion that we’re better than we are

seems bizarre in the rubble that we leave behind

and no one of our kind can seem to say why we do what we do

strewing the planet with the entrails of our desires

and flaming the fires of chaos in our wake

we forsake our own selves in the process

leaving the moon and the sun and the stars as far away as ever

we forsake that which sustains us

The moon can heal us if we turn our face to her

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