Bend the Moon

Bend the Moon On sturdy legs, with puffy chin a Brother stood amid the squalid pleasure of winter’s lesser Expectations: “this is all seeming, is it not?” Yes, that is what he saw that moment ago; It hit me to the heart. What can one revisit? What dare do eye to open sight that door Which only few can pass in a Deep residual February’s dreaming? One moment he was watching TV, The next a spindle dart of time cracked his temples through… He walked a god, a long and terrible city Block where his brothers dreams decayed; Snow clinging to his feats; Unto me he say: “Open hearth, warmth are wonders On display – on all that matters, on all that is Yet to come… Sanguine pride bubble forth! Up from All I least expect, unto all I say – pass the lips and mouth, Pass the stillness, the sanctity, the blunders in this play; Pass all that is set in motion; blur them all I say! Blur them All this day! Mix the color hue to blend the night for day, bend the moon, I say… Tomorrow, shame the Sun Into giving forth all her warming ways.