A ferrous moon
I curse the Tao for
Its continual breach
Will I ever summon
From contract or must
I forever embellish?
I stand between dimensions
Ship-wrecked and plaintive.
My burdens are few and many
Hands knotted as a fisherman’s ropes
I extract and lengthen but the lines
Remain irreparably crooked.
Life is hell if that’s the aspect taken
I’ve seen heaven too but only as I’ve
Imagined it, look to the left
And you too will find it beating
Like the recoil of a curious thunder
I also wrote a poem at Curious Flowers for today’s entry it’s called Real