fall has been faked

Ah yes the full moon again except this time I took the shot in the morning on the other side of the house and the moon face is the same but the angle is different than last month.


I come to this spot almost every day and it sits like a wise friend in whatever mood the weather may cast it in and I begin to see the levels of blue are merely reflections of me.


Along the fine line between real and imaginary comes the secondary where neither is meaningful and the fall has been faked.


Behind the facade of crisp reflection meant to divert attention lurks the guardian of obsessive thought.


the certainty

set firmly in stone
solid manifestation
the recurring sound
like an echo to remind
we are never without om