All The Moon’s Phases – A Poem

Words: Michael Callanan
Artwork: Michael Callanan

All the Moon’s phases 

Are reflected by the Sun 

All of my days 

Have blended into one 

No delineating petroglyphs 

To tell which beast am I

I sit out here in orbit 

In a dream in which I die

And if I die within a dream 

Then will I fly forever

Or does the end of waking life 

Mean dreaming states are neatly severed

Am I dreaming far too often

Am I living far too little

Are my bones lonesome for movement 

Sitting stagnant 

Growing brittle

Am I something in between 

A geriatric and an infant

‘Cause this life seems to have passed 

Both in an aeon and an instant

I’ve sat and felt the world turn 

From a splash to a tsunami 

And the faces flitting past that wave 

Both beautiful and ghastly 

Some had meaning for a moment

Some meant all 

And some meant 

Nothing

Or that’s what I try convince myself 

(Unreciprocated suffering?)

I’ve been shoving such unwanted thoughts 

Under my couch-cushion-abyss

Where the Universe hides car keys 

TV remotes and hearts dismissed

But in a moment you may find your bliss 

When the world is at its darkest 

For only certain times reveal such lights 

In a soft, angelic darkness, and…

All the Moon’s phases 

Are reflected by the Sun 

All of my days 

Have blended into one

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