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SuperGalactic – pmpope – 2014<\/p><\/div>\n
Prelude to the Morning Sun<\/strong><\/p>\n telepathic trees ~ Jen Pezzo<\/p>\n ANCIENT MOON<\/strong><\/p>\n Ancient moon Perfect circle portion witness Dogs howl and sing, Cats make their own security We look up to the moon What is human wolf Or is moon Can we see moon and sun More fundamentally one Purr ourselves whole howl?<\/p>\n Shepherd wolf lamb oneness?<\/p>\n Do birds look up at it? (The moon) How does our ~ Lady<\/p>\n Fly Me to the Moon<\/strong><\/p>\n Do you suppose the moon howls at the wolves, It whispers to me, the moon, No, a mutant who would be known by man, To thine self be known. If you return without the answer, ~ Steven B. Smith<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Prelude to the Morning Sun telepathic trees laughing with fairies in the nightshade of evening, leaves jostling in the midnight breeze, they are softly singing magical songs that carry through vines and ground cover to their canopy brothers, all through…<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=528"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":531,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528\/revisions\/531"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thecitypoetry.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlaughing with fairies
\nin the nightshade of evening,
\nleaves jostling in the
\nmidnight breeze,
\nthey are softly singing
\nmagical songs
\nthat carry through vines
\nand ground cover
\nto their canopy brothers,
\nall through the forest,
\nwhere the refrain is learned
\nand repeated in rounds
\ncreating an organic choir;
\nlulling the stars to sleep<\/p>\n
\nhovering silently so high
\nnail sliver<\/p>\n
\nover chip and wale of lamb fields,
\nhigh wolf ridges<\/p>\n
\nremember their wolfenness
\nor sober, sleep in domestic bedding<\/p>\n
\npurr themselves happy
\ntails twitching
\nlike firelight<\/p>\n
\nsome chalk not easily plundered
\nawesome, distant, pure
\nmoment of stillness<\/p>\n
\nto human dog in terms
\nof moon — did our
\nchimpy ancestors
\nlook up?<\/p>\n
\nmore our thing
\nused to decorate art
\nand myth, vehicle
\nfor parsing reality into
\ndichotomies?<\/p>\n
\nas features of same thing?<\/p>\n
\nthan two?<\/p>\n
\nDo fish?<\/p>\n
\nmammal softness
\nfit
\nwith its rocks
\nand towering light?<\/p>\n
\nand they’re only answering?<\/p>\n
\nme a man who would be known.<\/p>\n
\nas if that would soothe the missing.<\/p>\n
\nThere is no other answer.<\/p>\n
\nthey send you out again.<\/p>\n