Moon Luck

Tortuses and trees, and anything that starts with tees, they were meant to sit to enjoy the breeze.

I've worn the worn down worm filled warm jeans.

If I cannot talk then I will still dance and think and pray If I cannot walk then I will still smile and say good day If I cannot love then I will still have a positive attitude If I cannot stay then I will simply wander where I choose If I cannot see then

I wish desperately that I could change the way.

Covalent splinters and the promise of hope.

There was a man from far away He did the same thing every day For there was simply no other way He was happy and he was sad at times He prayed to god and to the divine He seems strange, but we're the same Although the dreams do wain He never lost his pride

Drained by the exuberance of passion I drank the last of water- my ration.

A microcosm of the future, the constituency of the self.

I ventured towards the water in an anxious scurry, after spending some time against walls hoping for inspiration to strike.

The imperfection of life, of imagination, of community, of spiritual atunement, of love.