Monday, September 12, 2011
“Full Moon on 9/11/11”
On nights like this the difference between myth and reality seems blurred.
The full moon crashes into me like a 767 crashing into the South Tower of Manhattan,
Strikes me like lightening splitting the Tower of the Tarot of Marseilles,
And my inner beings jump for their lives only to fall all the way down to the ground,
To be consumed by the swirling maw of dust.
Thankfully, no one is starting a revenge war against the moon in their name.