Forgetting the Moon<\/p>\n
Walking for days
\nwithin this endless illusion of trees
\nstepping through damp, fallen leaves
\nshoes picking up crumbs of detritus
\nand than dropping them against
\nslippery, gray rocks.<\/p>\n
I seem transparent to everything,
\nyet I feel heavy in presence,
\nas if a tourist hiding behind a camera –
\nMy eyes a polished white,
\nglazed over by the years.<\/p>\n
The striding ache pours into Forgetting the Moon Walking for days within this endless illusion of trees stepping through damp, fallen leaves shoes picking up crumbs of detritus and than dropping them against slippery, gray rocks. I seem transparent to everything, yet I feel heavy in presence, as if a tourist hiding behind a camera – My eyes a polished […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":198,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-monkeys"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nme like the emptiness of another
\nvanquished hour
\nand still I wander in the dark,
\nlooking past this moment to another
\nwhere the sky is blue and I am no longer lost.<\/p>\n<\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"