The Moon Is the Servant

​The moon is the servant of
The sun. Entropy is wrapped
In life. The mind and heart
Where bare emotions can’t adapt,

The swallows gliding on the air
Above the puzzled dawn. The text
Of rocks, mimosa leaves, is clear
And not confused, perplexed,

Twice the light zips through
The sky and once is zips through
The earth, and the molten sleep,
The face of the billowing brew

Of black smoke of all the dimmest
Nations will be drawn away,
Leaving the scrub, the African moon
Moth, the protein encased in the clay,

The single existence in which
Nothing else exists, everything
Else exists, the Creator of 
The mustard seed, the renewed spring,

What is hidden is wonderful, and
Everything is hidden. Just one
Founds the earth and bends the sky,
Invites no shadow or comparison.