The Time Before The Moon

old owl
new feathers
dead poetry
living quill

run down motel
disguised as a heart
full of spies
in the house of love

memories of
dead things
and cigarettes
in the dark

he placed
a burial mask
upon the stormy moon
lived inside the magick

reaching
for a bolt of lightning
that slipped his hand
long ago

maybe never
someday soon
he will feel
that burn again

ÂĐJ.D.C.IV 2019

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