places on the moon

1
now the world of ideas
is not what we see

adrift on an ocean
of storms

the solar wind
spin drifting dust

slowly scoring down
the cratered seas

layer after layer
seeking some secret core

a greater light
a towering silence

begins to surround us
from the center out

2
the moon is a skull
a whiteness beckoning

a land of snows
a mind obscured

we cannot hear
the song within

or its echoes
or the significance

of imperceptible
impacts

3
how many parts of life
are fiction

tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow

what part of living
is forgetfulness

a lake of forgetfulness
to sink down into

what part forgiveness

to lay our face in dust
dry as a moth wing

remember
you are dust

4
wandering
a marsh of sleep

then coming back
as ghosts

a visitation
so familiar

when one arrives
the other departs

each to haunt
the other

5
leaving the earth
for an astral void

the whitewash of waters
for rasping dust

to leave a place
to better know it

to crater Heraclitus
a unity of opposites

you step into a river
and I into the ocean

we are
we are not

6
all the waters concur
upon the earth

eons deep
their molecule motion

draws up
great torrents

and throws back
the surface

of a sea
of clouds

7
like Daedalus we dig
a darksome crater

and barely escape
to the cratered plain

a multitude of rocks
hides the idea of rock

the place
for the hand that made it

the sirens of secret yearning
so deafen us

8
what world is this
what wind surfaced

a sea of the edge
a light and dark origin

every step a surrender
from known to unknown

a place with no name
or too many names

what is the vital part
where is the sun

9
remember the moon
is an old idea

a ruins
of the perfect

her winds a mystery
the seas mare ingenii

footprints in darkness
falsehoods

when dawn creeps
across the drifting dust

we know something of heaven
or nothing

10
at last we come to the sea
that has become known

is it made to wander
or do we enter lost

our last thought
is all we may speak about

a blessing we pass
into rookblack shadow

the only sound
the whisper

of dust
on dust