An End Poem by Leon Moon

The poet outlives himself
Like the present outlives the future.

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rocking chair
victory of dawn

gilded silhouettes
shatter window seas
cobweb currencies
sacred ecstasies;
to some an acorn,
pyre for rainbows,
blackness to be born
and to all, a Lady.

and God answered me!
my black is sun-burnt
the spine unaligned
upturned chivalry;
fishing in the desert
and desert Sea.

the plank is rotten.
the ocean is fresh. (etc. etc.)
too thirsty to weep
just naivety;
I bury the anchor
the Light we touch.

the horizon is now a door step:
sunset fairytales, common honeymoon
and you are not allowed to pretend
this is not the source of your desire

simple Love
Not poetic legacy.