again with the moon
we act with varying degrees of premeditation,
and you know how the dangerous moon must do what it does.
because of this i can’t tell if the threatened confession —
the siren song of the road —
is more or less than calculated temptation.
i want you to say something true.
i thought we’d forgotten how to dream,
but goddamn if we don’t wake again to the strains of that sweetest song.