you can see your world's coin hanging in arm's reach
tangled in the treebranches by the temple.
We are all bathed together.
The wet air hugs our hands and heads.
The paper moon with its curling edges
is more like a bowl of curd here.
It comes in waves: wondering how long it's been since I've had a heart to heart with someone, when the last time I bared my soul and vomited out…
Full moon; pendulum, charm. Descend on my dream; tell me what to do, pearl. Tell me what will be. Full moon, coin, charm
As of 08.20.05 Full moon.