Twelve days into the eighth month
The moon waxes full
A lady
In all her splendiferous glory 
Illuminating and hiding 
The joys
The pain
And the sins of mankind
The lies and deceits divine

As the heavens
Shower
Perseid
A portal opens
A path well traveled
An alien vessel
Returns
To earth
As it has before
Every year
Since
Nineteen forty-four

As the mercury rises
Record-breaking heat
Floodwaters rise
Record-breaking rainfall
Ahead of the approaching
Calamity
Volcanoes 
Hurricanes
Quakes
Shakes
The unfriendly meteor
The revenge bent extraterrestrial visitor
The naturally unnatural disaster

Twenty-seven days into the eighth month
The moon waxes new
The dress you can see through
And mars completes a close up
Sixty thousand years in the making
And
Somewhere something old
Stirs anew
Something new
Stirs something old
I can feel the lizard turning in me
Feel the scales gathering
As the final storm approaches
As we creep into the September
On the heels of an August
We will all long remember

Thirty-one days
Three faces of a moon
Four weeks
An old man dies
A holy man dies
The innocence dies
A warrior flies…
The avenger flies
The corrupt lies
The status quo lies
A planet cries
Drowns and burns
And the almighty
Chitauli returns

Celestial spoons
Ancient dust
Arriving
With and upon
The moons of august



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