Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Chapter 3: The second soul of the unhappy

The roar of the machines burned and pressed down upon her

she saw heaps of flailing skeletons clambering uphill, like marionettes strung by paper

they knew none of the serenity notes and miraculous beauty in the space around its image

showing its belly to the blue was a city in the distance, heat waves moved and chimes tinkled

a slight wind blew at the turn of water filled bowl, ripples of reflected light

Small bells pushed at the air with her souls invisible wings

and she turned to black day, her back against the mast

a charcoal raven blew through the bleached air with mineral aplomb

silently crossing the sky and peering down with intransigent dark marbled eyes

she took it all in with the singing grace of fathomless intelligence, a gliding shadow across the sand

Rain came again and again; clouds and shadows ran and shifted the rocks

vapor got driven out by the sun shining briefly hot on the sand

from the earth’s deep pores a veil of mist surrendered to the mighty call of the faraway star

vanished into the ivy covered trees before even a breath could be taken

against the shoreline rose cliffs of now and always, strange waves and mass-less particles

White scratches spread erratically onto their faces, a line of pale alkaline bones

steep cliffs jutting full of old fossils languorously grinning out at now like teeth in a memory

etched fabrics made of pink sandstone and quartz, rippled with immemorial partnership

an old gun sounded from lost faith and lost peoples and lost worlds in the muddy vessel

nobody spoke and soon it too was reflected over the surface of the glassy water, somewhere

The shot glided out at the speed of sound and hit the wooden sloop with an empty rage

scraping at moss and dusty old spider webs the audio waves dissipated into blue fog

the girl heard it and turned in circles and started and stood up on the deck of her ship

in a rotating and invisible fashion

spinning and singing a song whose words flew away from her in distress

she was now enveloped by the blank space, so away into her future fled the new soul of gifts

Soon she had forgotten her separation

the play enfolded her ghost kisses

caressing the masterpiece wrapped in its veil of stars

forgotten and alone without need

smooth stones were touched lightly by the space that held the fields of heavens last shadow

Frequencies burnt the split atom

They loomed on the beach with a dead oak tree

A shattered radio pretended to be possessed of genius