tonight there's a blue moon. soon i'll go to the water see if i can feel it. my belly feels a moon inside sloshing and bobbing. belly and chest rise and fall like seesaw with a moon balance precarious on the plank. speaking of the moon's light invisible yet the book i'm reading the luminous novel is intriguing. it seems the novel is an impossible thing so he is compelled to write it anyway hoping to summon the impossible luminosity by chance in a diary of words. i'd say and it's early yet but i'd say it's a prayer not for any specific outcome, a prayer of waiting as an aspirant being. it may veer off a completely different way, i know i didn't write it, but it's the kind of book you feel like as a reader you get in the groove of questioning words and writing too.

i felt it. 

the blue is just atmospheric dust from fires and such. once in a blue moon.