fear not, the wandering moon

maybe you'll hear the bells ringing
the procession of hope
rays of light instead of souls
marching to the music of drums and trumpets
it will be the celebration between silence and the moon--
the twisted couple that handles the marionettes

of light there is the sun
the heat that burns
and brings the heart to ashes
to rise up again

but as i was saying
you will not hear the birds singing
perched along the fences

the perverted moon will break
the light to cast no more shadows
all is as it once had been
the drunken dreams that wake the night
the energy that permeates body and soul
with longing, yearning, lusty desires

fear not, the new
fear not the old
fear not the decomposition
the re-positioning of clowns
the countless minutes of inadvertent wants
the loud echo of silences
fear not your gaze and countenance
in the unforgiving mirrors

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