“In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.”
from One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich.
by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Freeze one note
of song
into a mountain view
learning to watch
the hoax
of numbering
days
from moon to moon
watching it crumble
as you tell yourself
glorious stories
hypnotic and thick
astonishing your own view
full into new
Z
“astonishing your own view / full into new” – That… is beautiful.
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Watching the moon crumble — I never thought of it that way. Z, your vantage on the roof gives you a distinctive voice.
“learning to watch
the hoax
of numbering
days
from moon to moon”
Chicago playing in the background; both the city (God help her) and the band. Do any of us (by current reckoning) really know what time it is? Great poem, Z
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Thank you so much! At the moment, I have more Questions than just 67 and 68.
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Hahaha! And that’s only the beginning.
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Groan!
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Amazing piece, Alexander! You have mastered captivating your audience. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Appreciate that and thank you so much for hosting this prompt.
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My pleasure!
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