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.
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, straddle the moon
Ride the mend and silence into its end.
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.
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