A miopic moon

A miopic moon

Blinking sightlessly

Butting through the clouds

Wordlessly

The midnight sky

A vast vault

Of shadows

Hideous monsters

Looming

In and out of focus

Faceless strangers

Silent invaders.

Sometimes I float

Above them

Bouncing along

Slowly deflating

Alligator jaws

Ready to swallow me whole

The after effects

Of indulgence

Impairing my devotion.

If I were to be tied to a stick

A scapegoat

I would eat my own hand

To escape

Which is easy to say

Lying on my back

Facing the stars.

They blink first

Which is no surprise

It is a question

Of perspective

It is only the sun

Peeping through the curtain

Or the blind eye

Of a cocky crow

Turning away

In disgust.

There is little sense to it

Even in this small corner

Of the universe

Lucid dreaming

Is a devil of a thing

To believe in.