The attention goes inside
of the moon. The wires
(or are they veins), the electricity
(or is it blood), the transmissions
(or are they thoughts), the power
(or is it aliveness), nonetheless,
the senses awaken to theirself,
the batteries pump, (the heart generates),
and the eyes of the moon turn inward -
to where the happenings happen,
to where the buzz of the organs,
the vibrations of the soul come into harmony,
the verve and the business of moon mind eclipse
the bright, bright heart, and the windows,
just for a moment, become clear,
so that the moon is an orb of glass,
vulnerable to observation, displying all
the innerworkings - the internals,
the nervous system, the muscular system,
the bones -
the bones of the moon, and,
once the attention peaks,
once it’s highly aware,
once it knows only
the presence of the moment,
drift.
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