Riding on the short hairs of the night
responding to the moon
my legs fall into an easy striding pace
my mind perceives an ebb and flow
a senseless gabbleglut of words
which mark the rythmns of the planets
and undertake the rythmns of the body -
the moon circles
the blood courses through
my arteries, my veins
the words form meanings
gather into shapes
the moon hangs faintly over all,
and leads, and leads.