Antithesis of where I find myself now, but always my temptation to fall back into this person

sun falling
into the marshland's edge
where else to go,
but follow
when the heart
goes out
cold.

HIGH/COO
May 24, 1982
final issue

Rewrite

moon rises each night
brighter by degrees
in the southern sky
we breathe its twilight
and know
its light
reflects a greater source
and knows
the All of all things
it does not hide
but shines
because it
was made
to shine
and rise
and fall
in its own
familiar
rhymn
we breath