The moon is a shaman’s talisman
Phasing winks to the awe of Man,
And oblivious creatures All--
An alchemic clock
Set close upon the inky wall.
A pale clandestine wafer
Marbled black on hallowed white.
Waxing now
Potent with visions
Of boundless divide,
Cradling at zero-point God’s
Mobius gates
Open upon the transmuted
Seas of Time and Space ...
Speeding motionless,
Near and far:
Alice might just as well have stepped
Through her mirror to the Moon!
Man’s Moon ... but a shaman’s palette,
Nurturing the imagined into
The imagined To Be--
Latent within the sacred seed
Blossomed into the Manifest:
The moon is a shaman’s talisman,
An alchemic clock set
Close upon the inky wall.