The Power Of The Shy Moon
In the realms of divinity and nutmeg, where the silver, sliver fingernail moon hangs like an alarm in the quest for the hour, as the world hangs in the balance, the zoom and Zulus, where a fine line is discovered somewhere between the Sinai and Kilimanjaro, where you and the world unify in a cosmic leap (a quantum delirium), and absurdity doesn’t even get in the way any longer, because beauty and truth and good health and a fat purse and tapas served in a 100 year old hotel and everything, every moment, is that last chance to hear the music, to dance the jig, to lift thyne eyes up to the spiritual distinction that is everything, everywhere and every-when—anyway. […]