We are told the moon dies
not dies
does not ascend and descend.
The moon is a thief
is perverse
is a rock
is old bold for sure but not gold.
The werewolf desires the moon
Calvino writes the moon
lovers love under the moon
the house burglar abhors the moon
the moth will with will fly into the candle flame.
No wretched heart was wrenched from within and displayed without for the moon.
Lucy Jacobs
aiurea press 