Dampness Swept The Lunar Surface With Ease

January 20, 2010

Dampness swept the lunar surface with ease;
clouds carried lanterns,
lanterns gripped fuel-worlds
made of liquid oil,
set atop obsidian staffs
suspended together indefinitely by gravity,
love and freedom…

Silver mushrooms were sprouting
from biblical pages;
these lime green leaflets grew
from inside rims
belonging to those impact craters’
tucked in, invisible necks,
growing like living crystal window panes
and written thereon with a language
that only the echoes of personless prayers
could read…

Beyond meanwhile
ruby and turquoise encrusted
mismatched bones took to walking,
singing the praises
to the lords of the kingdoms That Are,
and not a song they sang was mistook
for those palace grounds imagined
to be deserve-built for the tomorrow
that never exists…

A golden skinned youth rose up
out of the eons of lunar dust,
fluid and limber,
healthy moist and glittering,
naked, with garlands of celestial blossoms
living upon his body’s mineral and water wealth,
petals and colors unknown to the Earth below
were these species
and existing only this once forever in one place,
as they whispered a sonnet of eternal promise,
to be in an always-landscape foregroundness
in relation to him,
with the ability to birth
their own pulsing crystal vases
as transparent-wealthy-beneath tubers
to then work
their vessel-bodied-ways upwards
to the surface in less than a day’s passing;
living and breathing containers of intake,
outtake and shinning with the conjurers of love…

The moonscape was lit with sunlight
so boldly each full moon cycle,
as Hollow met Cave and began dripping
stalactites upon stalagmites,
twirling and inviting curious rivers to
swirl through its tender colored crystalline skins,
laying down with Lagoon,
laying down with Puddle,
laying down with Pond and Well…

His galactic gold throne
moaned for him,
and a comet sped by,
dripping cosmic dusts
across his shoulders,
waist and ankles,
as pools of gypsum then appeared…

He dipped his hand
into these cool bubbling vats
and began molding
the Inner-city
he could not wrestle away from,

A yearning metropolis that gleamed
through alien-to-him architectural renderings,
through a song that propelled him forwards
as more and more of himself was revealed with
each new noun, verb
and single standing vowel…

His ethereal hands were clasped
in prayer mood,
while his terrestrial ones
grew cool and warm simultaneously,
imbued with desire for what was not
on the surface of his inner self,
nor on this moon,
yet,
their pulling tips radiated
with a new, foreign magnetism…

Is was not until
deep into the pure virginal shadows
of the new moon cycle
that the god-cream-gypsum
stirred a reply,
obeying the golden boy’s
sleeping hand signs,
sculpting, forming her,
though making a destiny undescribed
in either of their Heart of hearts,
something exciting,
something beyond sudden glory-saturation,
an eternally lived loving,
an eternally lived unfolding,
a now encapsulating all and always…

And risen she was
as daybreak broke the eyelids of him
softly awake,
to find herself on another moon
adjacent to his…

Galaxies stirred
within their pupil-retina-less eyes,
meteors,
ethereal spermatozoa and receptor-eggs
lifted off their bodies
as God blew upon them
with a solar wind,
they,
two, always-full-dandelions
purring beneath the undulating softness
of one anothers blessed pose,

Then, Horns of Plenty
the size of planets took shape,
as Horus yawned out
sixteen trillion new hawk eggs,
as a platinum tipped needle
settled upon Saturn’s rings
and began radiating vibrations
that completed the building
of their inner ear canals
so all this may flow
yet another way through them…

A wealth of song began
between the moons
and an invincible bridge
took shape many centuries later
as star gazers on Earth were inspired
to draw out the first dot-to-dot
astrological symbol
for where their life qualities arose from…

And as his and her hands touched
for the first time,
a galaxy-away-planet’s
worth of leaves unfolded,
in their bright-brightest green,
a planet’s worth of roses dreamed awake
the colors Red, White, Yellow and Pink,
as God awoke
twice inside his dreaming
and laughed 818 billion suns
into their hearts
so that one beating could be heard
throughout this solar system’s quiet repose,
to give companionship to silence
and silence to itself
a quietude-missioner
unknown to noise and movement,
yet celebrated nonetheless
inside that space
where two lips pause
before meeting to drink one another,
inside that space
where two sexes pause
before unlocking yearning’s floodgates,
inside that space
where the flesh-heart joins with a seed
of lightning invisible to the external eyes,
inside those smiles
who lift all doubt aside
and bravely follow Love
to the beginning
and never endings of themselves.