Blood Moon Eclipticus

Have you ever felt like a fatherless waif
In the presence of your father?

Have you ever felt like a cornered cat
As your mother hovers
Over you in the blood-moon light?

I dream of Saturn eating his children

I dream of the children I never wanted
I dream of the children I never had
I dream of what I’m capable of doing
I dream of what was done to me

I dream of your equanimity

What I’m Listening To:

“You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head …

… Where’d you park the car?
Clothes are on the lawn with the furniture …

… Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half”

— Radiohead / “Morning Bell”