(I am disgusted with Walter De La Mare’s Silver! WordPress, why do you always humour me the wrong way? Piss off!!!)
I read a poem about the moonlight
taking us all, man and woman,
And filling the rivers, lands, and trees,
with its soul. And I shuddered to think,
that this may actually be an Age,
where Man be betrothed to man, and will
cease to be his brother, but lover;
And woman would cease to be fertile
and Motherhood! I woke up to feel that
water in my eyes, neither tear, nor salt!
But grief! And I wondered, if the Moon
was her own Psyche, thus prepared to
slowly dispatch herself from Earth’s
environs; like a circle discovering its own
momentum in a gravitationless entirety!
I wondered if Gaia would see chaos at
Artemis’ loss! I then drop on my knees
to seize a higher wonder, where cow jumps
over the moon and ask for my Mother, if I
wound the clock back to Virgo-Aries or
much forward to Gemini-Capricorn?!!
That be it my 12.00 or my 26:00, I carve my
Mother in an art (not Artemis!) profoundly
unsinister and wisely lucid as my Mother was!
Am I to be told about the Moon ever again!
Shut up, if you all care to dignify me! I swear, the
Moon can never be my Mother! I will have no Mother
But my Mother herself! My indignation and outrage
at them for saying: Let the Moon dress the earth!!!
It is you my Capricorn-Aries Mother, who will and
only can dress the soil of my Earth. It is you who
are my gold Mother, like the gold of My Dad!
I will always reject the slithering silver of the Moon!!!!
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