The Pipe of the Moon


What is a moon dart,
But a struck shock,
Of lunatic thought-
Perhaps a quiver, of
consciousness shaking
blood rush,

Or a whispered message,
without apparent meaning,
hardly in terms of notice,
beneath import.

And the all-maddening
Saviour image,
Wisp of will of vision.

Friending force.
The parallax break through,
that ever sends the
teamsters running,
for a recourse.

What is a canker,
But a malady
Of truth adherence.

What is a voice,
But a sunburst?..

                                    jimtom say...