the bone moon is rising
behind the scattered monoliths,
beyond the dreaming wall,
silver staining their jagged skins,
crouching shoulder to shoulder,
waiting in a ring
eternal the circle
tarred in shadows,
moss drifts on their faces,
brushed by howling breath,
sky-flung stones watching
a frozen moon ploughing
fields of space, seas of time,
eternal the circle
the moon’s blade slices the night,
they dream on, often forgotten,
But the stones remember,
a snake eating its tail,
the dragon coiling round,
Waiting to return
eternal the circle
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