Be what you would be alone,
raised in darkness and in moonglow.
Inhale the dark powder of moondust,
let your veins purple
with moonburn.
Imagine simple violence,
the way a moonfall
crashes to the horizon.
Know the moonlove, that you are loved
like flame loves kindling. She is impossible
without you.
We look up, mooneyed and moonbound,
fix her silver face with our needling attention.
We are dreaming her to life.
You are moonbloodied; moonblooded—
prophet, lover, beaten child
of a moon we all invented.
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