New Moon

[addy]

Great edit, Aish. Made a terrific poem that much stronger. I think there's little else to be done; it's wonderful

I am far too rooted in this world,

concerned with each breath,
each detonation beat. I love your establishing lines. Very meditative, and powerful.

Plastic veins reach out like wild fig
and burrow for receding echoes,
plaiting truffles into doctrinal bezoars. Would "orthodox bezoars" work? Just a thought.

Hip bones gild the fertile crescent,
guarding the temple womb
in rippling silence, beyond
fermenting greed and eggshell gestures.

Stale fingers press sins
into bread, flowing water
murmuring of the blessed.
I shall be sealed with honeyed apples and wine,
inscribed on the palms of God. This stanza is sublime.

While science propels me toward
the craters of the moon,
I exhale

and long for
majik. Great close. I love how you contextualize majik as roots and science as the opposite (rocket science is a great, simple, and evocative example). Superbly done.