Hungry for Kinship Moon

New Moon  August 22, 2025

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The middle I speak of is not halfway between two poles;

it is porousness that mocks the very idea of separation.

           —Bayo Akomolafe

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Called to open the night window to midnight city

feel how sound is a palpable river caressing light

splashing current up canyons tickling dark trees

everywhere this polyphonic rush & fibrous dream

moist blue-black air enters sinuous changing me

minerals volatile plant exudates aerate invisible surge

all biology is ecology

just words washing themselves in cold eternal springs

this familial earth

composite of everything

where you sit in the vast grateful seconds

as your tiny you recedes from being first & only

there the coyotes find you with their wild reunion

& you know yourself anew

hungry for what is.