
The Cabbaged Moon
La lune jejune (y perturbada)
Ghosts clogging the liminal spaces
Ethers from an agonal breath
Sleep descends
Heavy
Abyssal in lisle-like sheen
Barbaric (without the pantaloons)

“I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason…”
— John Keats / Letter to George & Thomas Keats