The moon is nurse tonight.
Its therapeutic crescent
holds the sky within its care.
I feel its soothing reflection
in the bottomless asylum
of these bones. And I divine
its energetic gravity
within this rush of blood.
What wolf is this that walks
my breath? What seventh son am I?
Apollo pulls me from the underworld
with power of a god’s intent.
Oh yes, the world is healed within
a faith beyond all space and time.
And shaman-like I shine!
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