I have plans for the moon By night and by day sometimes opening, sometimes closing a seeing which does not depend on the eye and an eye which does not merely see. The moon gets behind me and flows like a stream inside a mountain many dark miles unseen before emerging as the source of something pure that will heal me.
I have plans for the moon like the sunflower nodding in the mind shifts and keeps an eye on father sun in the sky resemblance does not depend on closeness but the transfer of heat and invisible elements. In the cool of the evening a trail appearing through the dew where an animal walks with a god and man is missing from the middle.
I have plans for the moon as the moon has plans for me.