Eleven yellow eels float by
my head
under an orange gaze
of the lunar eclipse
as stardust lingers in the air.

It makes me sneeze.
It makes me shimmer.

Romantic melodies sung
centuries ago,
I can still hear,
with one ear to the ground
and my heart,
to the man on the moon.
I surrender my soul to you.

The thick scent
of grass and
rotting insects
blanket my body as
I lay, back down,
toward the Earth.
Next to a pumpkin
patch, I can smell
the guts decomposing
into a newer life.
Staring up into the sky,
the stars
invade my eyes.
My thoughts start
to crystalize.