conversation about the moon

I once asked you you who were tucked away in that separating distance like a match in a matchbox why poets perceive the moon as a symbol of death

Månen berättar mig i silverne runor om landet som icke är.

and you said it’s the changing phases of the moon that make us think of time and what is time you said if not the feeding ground of death?

Bajo la luna gitana, las cosas la están mirando y ella no puede mirarlas.

Poetry Victor Pambuccian

Tempe, Arizona, USA

didn’t time make you and me and the intricate labyrinth of steps tears and thought where paths can cross the threshold of the bearable?

Vergine luna, tale è la vita mortale.

we might exist outside of time when we cease to wander in search of a needle not for having found something more precious or for being tired

Intatta luna, tale è lo stato mortale. but were we not born of it of that destroyer the one who created distances and matchboxes and the petals of a meeting?

înainte ca luna cu instinctul ei de ghid al morţii

for the moon is the dominant light of night the sun’s antagonist of sorts and if the sun is a symbol of life then what else is there for the moon to be a symbol of?

sure, but don’t we meet at nighttime to discover that twisted pulsing landscape of that other almost forgotten self?