how does the moon speak? (for Naya)

moon water

I refuse all her secrets,

whisper up a whirlpool

panic, peel apart

last echoes of my voice.


Intuition’s moon

has no pull on my tide

while I think

and think not, no way.


No more choices, stop

the choices

reckless and confused,

unloved sirens

rushing to the water’s edge

but never mind all them.


No-one finds me anyway,

still water’s urge to flow

cools this insane

battery of sorry dreams

that are mine, me


clean again.


“What I never did

is done.”

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