It seems I angered
the moon-devil today.
All doubled-up,
it thumped down words, again.
If it carries on like this,
there will be a raging ulcer.
All I did, was cling
to not-knowing,
and electric arcs of pleasure.
But everything leaves lines.
And inner beauty,
is my advantage.
So, I angered the
moon devil today.
A Wandering Poet 