Evening Dissolution

Another cold night. The Sun is irrelevant.
The moon peers at the eye-shine animals crisscrossing the yard.
Without incident, the stars sneak around the edges of the clouds. None seem to know their place and the constellations sit askew.
I see the Moon and the moon does not see me. It does not see anything.
Silence blankets the world and I am there.
There I am - standing in the dark, hair in my eyes, lips cracked.
Incapacitated.
Paralyzed by weak and forgetful starlight.
The night smiles at me, extending a cold hand for a kiss
(the formality of a handshake embarrassing us both)
and I am charmed.
The dark
a shroud
a welcome temple
A sister
her affection chaste and good.
I touch glinting shards of grass with my tongue.
This is real.
I shed my skin and am Born again. I am borne from that place to this. I am born and screaming.
My lungs function just fine and the taste of electricity is beautiful.
This is now.
The moment circles in on itself and I become a loop in time my body shaking, itself awake,
the sweat runs between my breasts.