Last week, I had a vision
Of dripping moons
Pouring painted viscous light onto the surface
Of a strange planet…
A planet where up is down
And down is up,
Where mountains are reversed caverns,
And dormant caves are soaring volcanoes teetering on total obliteration,
A planet that breathes
And crashes into itself
When all of the liquid moons are full.
Three moons dripping
Enigmatic utterings and illusions
Which burn up the moment they touch the skin of this living yearning planet.
Nothing stays hidden
In the Land of the Dripping Moons
Where my skin is the surface
And my heart its burning spinning core.
“The Land of Dripping Moons”