Muscle Poems

Welcome the Sun

Keep silent on

Pagan knowledge of the Moon.

 

Crossing the threshold

With your body falling

Just slipping my grasp.

It’s ok we’ve been taking this long.

I’ve already gotten

What I’ve asked.

 

There is no power

In all of creation

Greater than Love

Welcome the good knowledge

Of the Sun

 

There is no creation

Higher than Love,

That was bled by the Moon

And fed by the Sun

 

We have the impulse

To tear them down

Because the moon goes up

When the Sun comes down

We have the impulse

To change things around

The threshold is a temporary

Break from the ground.

 

You are drawn from perfection

By willing to bear

The task of the Earth in hand

Like the sun and the moon and the Love

That I still cannot grasp.

I will kneel on one knee

While you hold out your hand

Fallen between the door frame

Why not ask like that?

 

We have already crossed the threshold

Drawn near its perfection.

If the Sun be warm

And the moon be cold,

This merry-go-round has a direction.