Mad Moon Woman

escape woman my charred sweet bramble to your mosaic of cloud and blood crib of wound and balm... festering then healing-repeating. at times the flesh must protect the peel- escape woman-straddle the moon nobody there to harm you to judge your feral necessities just a big blue spinning eye for you to cuss at and devour from afar but you'll come back down to earth- for certain. strong as twilight hills, a blue bird song taming black bird refrain'' you'll come back, to retrieve your soul from the heart of mossy stones as the parched blue eye blushes a red rain that special hue of mad moon woman revenge- For now just straddle the moon ride the mend the horde will hang themselves from the rope of truth {absolute} a truth their children are fated to wear as a chronic rash called mad moon woman wisdom-