It's Still Life

Tonight, the Worm Moon.
Tonight, the serious thing.
The moon that names itself after the casting,
the turning,
the slow, blind labour beneath the soil.

Time to get up.
Time to get moving.

Time to be, like the crow:
the theorem of my own life,
the whole cold mathematics of an eye.

And the birds still think I’m morning.

Some images are a collaboration with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.