there was a fly away moon that one night
that didn’t set until all were gathered in
whether it was summoned I couldn’t say
it could have been grace
it could have been a passing reflection
of the dying
it could have been the fiery sky held it
its light upon the sea
of course we knew that the heart could be devoid …
so many are turned away when everything has been lost
while so many watch / from a soft pleasure palace
built on stolen bones
while
so many escape the land
and then
cannot escape the sea
~