Poems from The Journey to Kailash
Mike Allen / Monday, April 18th, 2011 / 1 Comment »
Defacing the Moon
Your ship’s sharpened keel slides across airless seas, blown by the breath of your desires. Those sails stretch like skin to catch the winds of your whimsy, and the keelblade carves crags into cheekbones and eyes. Soon your own face will rise from the moon’s far side, awaken and stare down the sun.
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