Moon Walk Blues
I’m not following the moon
The moon is following me
I just want to go home
My hands are closed
Half clawed
But not fisted
For I’m not angry
I pace up & down
To see the secret of summer
In the night air
To satisfy my weariness
The moon, the moon
An ever-changing ball
Of blue light, a story teller
Listening to you
I untangle my memories
To bathe in newly collected echoes
Of a familiar compulsion
I’m not following the moon
The moon is following me
The moon above the profiled silence of the city
The moon behind the monumental flood of our desire
I’m not following the moon
I just want to go home
I turn the corner
The moon shows up
I stare at a lamppost
The moon shines above
Am I overburdening myself with antipathy?
I pace faster & faster
& I become the moon myself
The moon, the moon
An ever-spinning ball
Of reflected heat, a quiet orator
The moon, the moon
I just want to go home
Not to sleep or to rest
Or even to see my love there
But to see if the door will open
Smoothly without making any noise
-Yuko Otomo
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