Do You Look At The Moon When I Look At The Moon?

Do You Look at the Moon When I Look at the Moon?
from Gebo, 2021
 
A slave to the incandescent eye of fate
cast over my body
examining each line to draw conclusions 
that the grandeur of a gilded heart
can be dwarfed by existential silence
 
penetrates every droplet of the soaked clouds
star-walking choirs pool and chorus
their hymn books written in Hebrew
when none of them read Hebrew
 
Every page stuck to the one before it
turning a corner in the story
forces the slab of words
to crush and press weak fingers
 
error is, error is marginal
intent unknown
a country waiting to be discovered 
when nobody wants it discovered
 
Remain distant, let your mewling echo
into a stiff chamber of rib bones
wrapping around a diamond 
rought, cut from the flesh of a grounded angel
 
fallen from the side of the divine, fallen
 
Do you look at The Moon when I look at The Moon?