sky blinding, crumbling walls

full moon tonight, there is buzzing around the south-west of my body and i know that is where it sits waiting to rise bloated and fleshy
and the earth's shadow will follow
the sun
is still behind some clouds but brightbright bright enough
musn't let musn't let my intoxication overcome must find must find the equilibrium between inspiration and restriction
i am playing songs today on my guitar and it buzzes more than usual at least to my ears
i am not high, i am not under the influence of anything more than 2 strong coffees and i swear by now they should have worn off
my head
is cocked to the side and i listen for
harmonies quivering in the ether, patient, waiting to resound
i am humming today
it is february but the eclipse is in leo
22
is the age of reason

my body moves free
my bones loosen
but i have not given up

since this morning i have been comfortably unsettled i have been moving either physically or mentally or musically
twigstwigs in my hair freshly refracted
the colour of the ceiling via the couch

she the room
leaves
the fall early this year
it is still a month before autumn
there are ashes in the
cold air

there are ashes in the cold air
south from here, south-east
and now i think, just now i am thinking
why can i not get through to my window? the window
i can't see from here

musn't let musn't let it get out of hand out of sight out of sound
i cannot hear my window the window
i cannot hear

but things can burn even in this cold
loss can turn me to ice even in this heat

and now i can't get the thought out of my head, just now i am thinking
i haven't eaten since i woke 10 hours ago
(my love, i feel unsteady)
i will see what i want to see

and watch my earth's shadow move from the roof, the tree, the earth
i just need to hear
i cannot hear
i am not too sure
when it will rise but i want to be there to see it


i want to be there to sing it