A+Moon

We are gods
And the damnable thing is

These are just stories—these are our stories
A plus moon is somehow an equation
to determine how to make us sleep
when what is required of us is to be
drained and drunk,
revived and reinstated

We are gods, I tell you
You must see that, it is everything
So that, knowing who you are
You also see how vile, how wonderful
When you croon at night, it is pitiful,
It is tragic, your longing, it is important
Because you are the offspring and the essence
The body and the blood
The gift and the child

One day we awoke to find
The drowning dream, the spark of mind
Connected in a line, sensational
To the divine, an umbilical cord

How did we get this way
How is it that I have awoken into life
to find that I am a god
I did not do this
My body is a reflection of their bodies
Mother + father
But surely this unending spirit
is a reflection of a greater father
a greater mother
transferring life through some
unseen connection

I had no desire to vandalize
It was an ecstatic destruction
Brought on by an ache of the spirit to
stretch, to laugh at things and their order
After the moment
Let everything be set to rights once again