On those moon nights
we danced in hellacious
melodies,
The quartet howling,
The whole frenzy
of it
composed.
placid.

On those moon nights
our optic
gathering,
our picture of freedom,
a little snapshot of liberation.
Just to dip it in front of you
like a curse,
a guild
of choice.

Oh, on those moon
nights I weeped
at the sight of heavens
soon shooting through
the trees,
peril in my brain
and I couldn't have
felt more released.
That free
killer
night
that
murderer of conscience.