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OCULUS  

Is…

…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?

Its light is soft a pail reflection 
Of its son. 
The one always on the run. 

The moon is an oculus of cold white a Deity that rules the night. 

Rides the currents of indigo and aquamarine 
It sees all in the coldness of its light 
It sees all your lies 
all your deceptions 
your secret sins
hidden thoughts within.

The screaming of the lunatic 
knows all like a silent god it is…
draped in the cold light 
of infinity the finery of silver Filagree
the sister to the god 
on the run the silent sun!

About the moon clouds cradle its bulk
as its rise high overhead 
It rules The Insanities
It races The Thermals.
The things that drive men to madness. 
Is it the power and the Majesties or is it the mystery of its simplicity?

The soft light covers all in silver cold white Mercury. 
Slanting through window slats. 

It carves horrors only our minds can’t….
It illustrates the woes of our humanity won’t…
it revelations are hard hidden fears we mustn’t… 
it graces the vault of heaven indefinitely 
Indifferently for all eternity 

At the zenith of midnight 
in its Azure Kingdom of Blackest Night…

The moon glows how bright? 
Making the darkest 
Nocturnals take flight

So let the forces play 
LET the demons hold sway.

In nights ruled by frost silver light. 
The moon is an oculus of 
chilly mercury addressed in pale 
Filagree of a deities finery.
Waxen Avatar that rules the Seas Indigo 
N Aquamarine it's 
The Azure Kingdom in Hours of Darkness…

rides the currents of midnight.

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