Becoming Moons v. 5.0

Get used to the dark.
When it falls
it’s hard not to feel completely at a loss, but  
don’t waste too much time on it.  
 
Get used to the dark.
No more childlike crying out  
Reject bedside fairy tales
for fairy tales
bear no relation to rescue or combat
Fairy tales are only a type of delay  
postponing growing pains  
numbing fierce and sensitive hearts
Fairy tales adorn the dark  
 
Get used to the dark.  
Tuck your leftover trust
inside a tin box
(sealed with a rush of grief)
When you’re hungry and thirsty  
pull it out and take a look
a long, hard look
the way an experienced desert gazes at the sea
recalling countless betrayals  
 
Understand the dark
always poised to devour  
Darkness is absolutely colorless  
bodiless, intangible
you & I     man & ghost     love & hate  
nearly identical  
 
Analyze the dark
Come to know the darkness in our blood  
that’s been expelled. Sometimes
I’d like to break someone’s neck with my bare hands
struggle     resist     defend  
But in a turn of events you’ve been snared
and so you must learn
what the darkness desires
 
Manipulate the dark
the way one changes a name  
It can be difficult     It can be simple  
The main problem is
the resulting eyestrain
 
Cure my longing for the light  
I’m a homesick soldier  
Come, let me bleed out  
From all the blood flow
others can picture the sea   
 
Do aging stars die in the end?
We also remember all that’s been said  
promises     values     a gleam of light placed in the hands  
Finely detailed dust raises up
from history’s heaps of musty old books  
Though it’s so close to us, the sun has a different equation of time
becoming the darkness instead  
 
We wait in the dark
loudly chanting lost memories of the sun  
transcribing all that’s been abandoned
We madly dance
The sun doesn’t understand   
a new kind of gravity
has been invented
Soon  
we  
will  
become moons  
 
Moons without a light source
Burning truths that blind  
remain kept by the sun  
 
Thus we are gentle.
 
Become moons!
Eyes open
we’ve seen
ourselves
Multiple moons  
strewn across the sky
 
We won’t be like you.
Multiple moons
Multiple selves
Only in the dark
are we so clearly aware  
of our own eyes.
And so
before battle
we are exceptionally gentle