amStrand: august moon-june!
my light step on this world serves to underline it yours
(how many hard-earned soles should i refuse to wear?)
night is home to th track of my voice, dipping
into stagnant shadow for vague clues to watery north
ever-bound, late infinite moon!
perfect cool decay burns pure paradox out, yet
drain surrender victorious, moon of my heart-
full-hollow home stealing sunlight to feed desire into shelter
we limp into each other’s embrace (we kiss identity blind?)
we fall short since we climb too long. we remember next.