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The moon told me tonight a plainer version of a truth I've always known. It's not full any longer - waning , we say - and there's a fine lace of cloud cover stretched above the yard. I notice that the moon is enhanced, brighter, seems to be glowing, as a thin veil crosses its face. When the moon shines between clouds, the sky is dark and the edges of the sphere delineated. We, too, shine brighter when we are filtered through challenge. People notice our energy while we struggle toward the surface. At peace, when the skies are clear, we seem calm, linear; it's easy for the observer to move along after looking upon a placid face.  But the moon shining through opposition takes our breath away.  Happy Christmas to you, my menagerie.    Cinco de Mayo ca. 2000, Palm Springs, CA

Djinn This is what I do Shutter tight the world's eyes Strip down to what's behind the mask Turn the water free, hot like fire, A memory of whence I came This is what I do Drop magic in the pool at my feet Vetiver like the earth holds me down Exotic acacia gathers far corners With calm hands from another lost life This is what I do Inhale the burning mist Press my wet face against the wall Escape via space between cold metal And demons washed down the drain They can't see me here.

It is unclear which of us Is the meter of justice Relentless pendulum In epic terms, Ashwins Physicians, twin snakes Aphrodite wears the opposite mask I am unrepentant. My name is Retribution. You will not render me insufficient.