is not something that is
forced. One either has it
or does not. Some talk about it
and others talk it into the ground.
It is a guidewire for walking.
It is a balancing act between deed
and word. It is a fine moon cheese
and moon wine pairing.
Moon tether is something
one is born with. And unbeknownst
to one, one walks the earthly planet
without realizing it is there. Then
one day there is a moon tether
and it is as if it was there the whole time.
It is like the rope appears under one’s feet
only as one is walking forward.
Walking forward, all the way to the moon.
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Mad Moon Over Mehringdamm
It was the whisper behind your words, after being scared shitless by the description of the eight of cups, that triggered the vanishing of o...
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of standing in a room full of people listening to my friend of twenty three years introduce me. He talks of ping pong and sail bo...
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it was hungry, i could tell the yellow bicycle i was ten, it was hungry it was raining, i heard the window told me i could tell, that old fe...
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(from the moon series) The last stop before sleep. The idle lights and cold marble ground. The conveyor belts of the soul. Someone ha...