We almost forgot the moon at timesbut it did appearit was there remembering ourselves what happens with a love like that it lights the whole sky ____________________________________________ Remembering the moment of a small eggfalling through a bigger circlethe scent of transformation growingmultiple arms, legs, headsbreathsbodies into air The look of…

And where do you say we start  to shake ourselves of our memories and reason?   To greet the bewildered road with our soggy  and aimless feet. With eyes streaming, now downcast from the round sky,  fingering the small hole at the centre of all the thinness.   You look something…