Spirit Moon explodes in me and liquifies the dark side of my heart
I witnessed the full moon shatter,
my dreamtide waxing.
I woke to my cat’s claws grating on the window screen.
I thought my skull was exfoliating,
petrified layers breaking clean.
As I have begun to walk this new path,
long-forgotten remnants have surfaced from my past.
Since the spirit broke into my life,
those things I’d carefully placed in deep storage
dart like bats beneath the light.
Released from the dark side of my skull,
they puddle into blue-black oil,
human energy, compressed and aged.
When the moon blew up, I first thought
the spirit was just throwing rocks
at my broken dreams.
But through the moon, the spirit jerked
my night psyche up by the roots.
I was waiting for a door to open
when suddenly I realized I am that door
and I am open.
The crags and barnacles I have worn
are falling away.
But I ask forgiveness from those whose souls were torn
as they stretched to waken me
through the jagged moonscapes.