moon my ego
under your moon, my ego rears its ugly head to swallow half of me and leave the other half to soak in the paling shimmer..this is where i slept…not for sacrifrice….not for need…but for beauty that I lack…that I may be visited upon by a glow that never makes itself to show smeared sincerity…talking…talking…walking..walking…be quiet..one voice says..the other says sit down…moon, you are not bothered in your stillness..can I be like you? I want to talk and walk myself out of myself so I can stop this incessant insider joke that’s laughing at my expense…moon, you protect and don’t need to be protected…you’re told the whole story…no-one shades your light or sucks the water from your craters. I want your boldness, your strength, your uncovered beauty. I don’t want protection. I want the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so that I don’t have to cover the lies with ego where my holes were drank from. In your effervescence, I do not see my reflection. No, you just shine on me. Moon, can I be like you?
janberry © 2009