Moon Temple

When they first saw it,
It resembled the clear flame
Rumored to emerge at death.
A fabrication of the brain
(which they knew nothing about)
In its final grey muttering.
But everyone perceived it
And even the leaves erupted.
The forest had always been there
But they had become obsessed
With the night’s dark nectar.
They climbed the araucaria.
Through the branches, the shine
Was inexplicable.
Not a god, but a stain of gorgeous light.
An inverse oculus through which
The silver birds carried off their prey.

Seth Jani

 

Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as Abyss & Apex, The Chiron Review, The Devilfish Review, The Mithila Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.