BLack Moon
‘I've made this brand new bed for you
I trust the things we do
Holy or not’
Vik texted me about the ‘super blue blood moon’
I was laying in bed with a head in the lowtide strung down from yesterday’s walk through prospect park walk with lil Lucy in the sky and Gann
Thinking about the house that we were painting together in our separation
You and me
two astronauts
both away
Will we come home?
When Vik texted I couldn’t even click on the link
but I saw it said super blue blood moon
I had a feeling it was something
about the moon
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I just couldn’t get out of the bed
tilted up reading about Einstein’s love for music
He must have perceived a God who was quietly holding this universe together with music
Holding
and releasing
astral fingers of the musicians who bear the song into space
Like tree limbs of dark matter holding light together with
Just a voice
Mahalia
I want to contribute to the song
but from exile I remain just a voice of wind in your heart
I want to be the music
that sticks a space in your heart for beauty
But I am a man who leaves everything a little more blue
I want
new darkness new
night, your eyes beneath this
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In the evening
I watched Planet Earth II with Ma after two soups
The Penguins, Man
Dad comes back hurled against the cliff by the planet’s roughest water, full of leopard seals, walks 2 miles through blood and shit, fights off those poacher gulls, howls, does a joyous dance with his black light queen while the kids look away embarrassed, then he regurgitates his fish for his lil big head and mama goes out to the sea,
every
day
‘That’s parenthood’ Ma said
I told Ma that a seagull in LA stole the gold necklace she got me from China, she didn’t believe me, I had no proof
‘I’m sorry I got so mad in this house’ I meant to say
'I'm sorry I misused my freedom and lost many gifts'
I meant to say
'Godamn Seagull' I said
Ma nodded lucid asleep
I read that the moon would turn red
You told me exactly when to wake up
And that this red was from all of Earth’s sunsets
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I pulled a painting out from the ice in the backyard
I had put it out in the rain and sun through the summer
A pool of violet formed and reflected the trees in my backyard
Fingers and branches merged in the darkness on the edge of the woods of falling oaks
When I was young I saw whales in the trees
and the forest was endless beyond them
When enough trees had fallen I could see the acme lights through the mad skier in my room
I had a dream when I was 22, there was a ring down by some rocks near Marseille, Chet Baker's 2nd wedding ring
I went there
I found a ring in the stones, it was invisible, it was the poem
I wrote it, it ran away, I painted a circle in the water
with snow, years passed
The ring I found wasn’t a perfect ring, it wasn’t broken, maybe it dropped from a high place, or was stepped on by something big and bronze, it wasn’t lost, it wasn’t given, it was punched into an imperfect circle, oxidizing green
I let the ether pour on the pond, onto the shadow, onto the lunar heart, the wound of Love, in absence all is full, in the astral day, time widens and time is just a space of divine play an Anfield of strings
All this weight is temporary
Nothing escapes beauty
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Nothing will not become a glowing light
then a savor of dark
That night
In a dream I got out of bed and walked to the window
I was surprised to see the moon in the south
The shadow of the earth had become a dancer in the sky
She swept the moon with all her sunsets at once
It wasn’t only red, it was pulled orange pearl, and burgundy with shimmering green, also the blue from the grotta azzurra just around the fullness of the sphere..
The light wasn't hidden, just unseen until now, the colors unfolded outward from the moon until they formed a ring in the sky and I realized the colors were heading to earth..
What were they
these colors falling?
The eclipse was so beautiful, I thought the world was ending
But it didn’t end, I just stopped seeing it
I took pictures, in the dream, not proud of that
I got a call from Alaska, it was Ben Steele a successful painter he was watching the Northern Lights
What was I doing?
We passed this place once
following the memory of love like the Ganges
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We passed this music
Into this sky
In some unmade color
We are together
We are
an Iridescent
black moon
I awoke
Ran to the steps and looked west
It was still all gold flaming out into the pale winter morning
I wasn’t gonna see this eclipse, just like the last one, even though I saw the golden darkness and wrote 10 thousand ecstatic words, I missed it too
you sent me a video of tiny eclipses in the palm shadows
Everything I wanted to hold was moving away
I wanted to chase this changing color
I wanted to drive west
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