(from the moon series)
slinks into view. The prison bar stars
conceal a weeping face.
What do the choices of a lifetime
look like? The mountains impossible
ascent. The vast untamed oceans.
The hurricane's insistence. Slowly
climbs the arc. Paces the 8 x 10 concrete
cell. Looks out an iron grated window.
Tries to see the sunlight and fails. For
the earth is in the way. For humanity
is thrust in its face. For six billion voices
all yelling shame at once. For
the consciousness that melts to a dim wick
each month, becomes a faint shadow
of a ghost in the night sky. Broken down.
Solitary confinement. Ground to the root.
Empty. Unmotivated. Unheard. Unmooned.
Reflects the dirty face in the muddy water
as it rises invertedly, crawls under the apex
of society. A lone fault amongst millions.
A soul choice mistaken
and burned at the stake by the state.
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