Seven Moons
10 October 2016
Space Time squared
Into open palms
The preacher
Begs for alms
Charity mission driven
Otherworldly gains
The remains
Food for the bereft
The basket
Rotten core
Steeped in sin forever more
A splurge in purple
Cardinal
My weakest point West
Where dragons
Find unrest
Gold long forgotten treasure
No breath to measure
Paper planes
Take me to lost forts
Where weak minds
Cast retorts
Like bottles cast into sea
Waves of shortened length
We cross seas
Wavering in winds
Scraping tides
Rocky rides
Destination fleeting point
Shimmering instance
Keep distance
We measure in Pi
Seven Moons
Chanting Runes
Twirling around our playground
Bright merry-go-round
Reading of the poem:
El Aire en mis manos – Carlos Libedinsky
Otra Luna – Carlos Libedinsky
Cuenco – Carlos Libedinsky
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