moon

jim luchte



                                            
she seduces  
storms of  
craven earth 
still

without 
her love
we will 
not be

before she
encounters
earth there
is chaos

she resists 
this sun
chases her
day/night

she kisses
this earth 
flows her 
afterbirth 

she bathes
in a living  
ecstasy of
creatures

she whispers
in dreams
we are 
nothing

she 
incites us 
to die in 
her eclipse



temple earth


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