Sun and Moon 6
“Wake up!” says Serpent. “Knock!”
I knock and the door swings open
Old Woman sits spinning at a ghostly wheel
she draws me to her with a string of starlight
I squirm on the fishhook of her eyes
when I blink I fall gutted to the ground
herringbones knit me a tangled destiny
lost people wandering in a tapestry of dreams
as I read my story in the sky around me
Moon scythes my heart into tiny slices
a fishbone slides stitches into my side
dice click
two snake eyes stare into my eyes
rogermoorepoet 
Again, this piece feels like it should be a nightmare and yet it is alluring…curiosity, I suppose.
I love it!
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It’s familiar territory, Tanya. We are “lost people wandering in a tapestry of dreams.” I wanted to write ‘tangled tapestry’ but it was too many syllables. I guess we see ourselves in the verse’s distorting mirror and keep stumbling on.
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Stumble, we do…but, sometimes with grace.
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I may be lying in the gutter, but I’m gazing at the stars. Mind you, they are getting a little bit fuzzy as I age!
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I am very near-sighted. They have always been big, blurry orbs for me, unless I have glasses/contact.
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