Tonight, the moon is divided—half loss, half hope An hourglass or a clear luminosity diving through light-flecked clouds Low and golden, the way long-ago fish broke into the air the sky is restless tonight, like a sea mourning waves tossed carelessly on an abandoned shore of tumbled shells and scuttled ships   Behind me, the hills are somber milestones my car is a ghost rushing past gas pumps, cantinas and fast-food grottos past gluttonous palaces and stoic churches, past neon signs that barter lust the world is intoxicated, mad with its own reflection, As slot machines echo divinity and release a cascade of tiny moons pressed with the faces of forgotten heroes   The world is senile, filled to the gullet with sentiment and butchered flesh and the promise of more trinkets—Love has become anonymous an apocalyptic lullaby, a keepsake from a mythical land the radio sings and hisses and cajoles and like an interpreter of Pythian verse I’m listening for my redemption, listening hard, the way a leper clings to … [Read more...] about Millennium: Song of a New Year