Moon-Charm,
by J. W Cassandra
The Moon, captured in grids of
Dimensions,
That is in web of outer realities
And their worlds,
Is only a prisoner on the sky
In the grids
And you hold it in its prison, while
You see it sitting
On the web of grids of alien worlds,
The imprisoned magus,
And you, maybe, will set it free by words
Of ancient magic…
