1
Sing your psalms to the west. Best
to throw your prayers to the Pacific,
if it will have them. The tepid Atlantic
doesn’t listen, and the elder gods are weary
of the tiny, tinny words of men.
2
Force your body to ignore the circadian
chirp of sleep. The lullaby whisper
of truth is best heard in the dark,
in the rustle of bare feet,
in night-damp grass,
in the starlit cry of an owl
unbounded by walls.
3
Cast your eyes over the moon.
The secrets she holds are dark, they weigh
too much for brilliance.
Trace the scars pitting her shy face,
dark against the bonelit orb,
ask yourself how she becomes
a woman, unseen, new.
4
Dissolve into the dark
the way rain falls against pavement:
a sigh of steam seeking release,
slipping the chain of memory
and experiment with clarity,
the blindness brought by night.
A Renewal by Moonlight
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