Oculus Is

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.