Full Moon

Submitted by Tim Hawes on Sun, 2009-06-28 20:17

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FULL MOON

It is true, I should apologize
For having so much to say. I've tried
To keep silent but soon my various points
Begin to assemble and then I'm speaking.
The reticent and shy, the abused
And fearful think all this
A danger: And so they protect,

Backing up, keeping their horns in front,
Or like an abalone close down upon
A rock. "Well," they say, "is this
Not your way as well? Writing bravely
At first then hiding away?" "Perhaps,"
I admit, reproaching myself for
Divulging too much I back out

Of the conversation. This arcane
Energy flares up into incomprehensibility.
'Tis only an ubermensch here and there
Who cares. What else shall these sports fans
Say? They shall be speechless and wait
For me to go away, which I shall soon,
Speaking my esoteric words on a full moon.