Moon in GR

[Glenn Scheper]

> For he is ever a sun,
> and she a moon.
> But to him is the winged secret flame,
> and to her the stooping starlight.

Sun and moon are interpreted as father and mother
explicitly when Jacob's questions Joseph's dream:

Genesis 37:9 And he dreamed yet another dream,
and told it his brethren,
and said, Behold,
I have dreamed a dream more;
and, behold,
the sun and the moon and the eleven stars made obeisance to me.
37:10 And he told it to his father,
and to his brethren:
and his father rebuked him,
and said unto him,
What is this dream that thou hast dreamed?
Shall I and thy mother and thy brethren indeed come to bow down ourselves
to thee to the earth?

Of course, they must be moreso in the tantric monadic domain,
wherein the self-father autofellator (not biological father)
is the sun, and his consort (not biological mother) the moon.

        Moon in GR:

half-moon
moon
moon's
moon-beams
moon-mad
moon-rockets
moon-softened
moon-wishes
moongrained
moonhouse
mooning
moonless
moonlight
moons
moonward
moss-moon

 this landscape. No sun, no moon, only a long smooth sinewav
e lined with beeches. The half-moon shines among hazy clouds
ined with beeches. The half-moon shines among hazy clouds, i
ues alone, Osbie lost in a mooning doper's smile, tracking t
ing chalk blue by is it the moon, or some other light from t
t as dreamers or men on the moon, among chrome-sprung prams 
 has his toy rockets to the moon. It is really over. As she 
ls. Let him fly to the dead moon if he wants to.... Ilse is 
ng to fly We can fly to the moon, we'll be higher than noon,
nd the suite is washed in moonlight. She pours brandy in old
m the same blanched scar of moon that wipes the sea tonight.
 opens her closet, and in moonlight reflected from the mirro
 and kindled, Or chased the moon Through midnight's hush, as
cending bare arms finely moongrained slipping around and up 
 time, oboy oboy, but the moonlight only whitens her back, a
s against one marble hip, moonlight in the room is choked wi
 room twice in and out of moonlight to splash around her nec
n those of the astrologers' Moon.... "You don't have to be a
osen for its affinity for moonlight, the kind expression on 
nd looks out. Alps in the moonlight. Kind of small ones, tho
.. voices twittering with moonlight around his image, as ste
s among craters of the pale moon, a face is indeed emerging,
of the freight car in the moonlight lasted only a minute or 
crowd the hills. A crescent moon has risen over one ragged c
gaging than he was in the moonlight on top of that boxcar. T
e sly hare who nests in the Moon brought death among men, in
 among men, instead of the Moon's true message. The true mes
 us there someday, and then Moon will tell us its truth at l
n-prone Europe, who believe Moon is their destiny. But older
lder ones can remember that Moon, like Ndjambi Karunga, is b
is old shoes. Dust, under a moon newly calved, twinkles like
er. "Perhaps someday to the Moon." "The Moon ..." as if he w
 someday to the Moon." "The Moon ..." as if he were going to
xt cubicle had a map of the Moon tacked to his fiberboard wa
 her what the "seas" of the Moon really were? Told her there
m bedtime stories about the moon she would live on, till he 
ing castles, heaps of rock, moons of different shapes and co
e'd drawn pictures of her Moonhouse on. "Papi, they want me 
p gibbous that night as the moon that ruled her, "Pluto is i
ho dreamed of living on the Moon to this dark, long-legged, 
bicle, only breathing no moon-wishes this year from her cot,
ot, that was a slip "on the Moon?" He'd been good up till th
, "who wants to live on the Moon?" They never brought it up 
her round straw hat a frail moon on the bedspread, lights of
 of elves producing toy moon-rockets, and there was Weissman
tle-girl buttocks rise like moons. The tender crevice tighte
airfield. A sharp sickle of moon has risen. Apes scuttle alo
w, waiting in this broken moonlight, camouflage paint from f
archinfrasomethin' fulla moon-beams, (Something) got ta have
able summer.... "There's no moon," she whispers, her eyes fl
sue-thin, stilled under the moon, reaching out toward Helgol
 Shirley hoorahing in the moonlight, Krypton mumbling oboy, 
nks. Nothing but night, moon-softened blackness out the wind
ing very white in the small moon, which is at its zenith ...
ous slick stretching away moonward, to the threshold of the 
trings he might, a trifle moon-mad, strum here on the empty 
ll never wanna go a-waaaay! Moon like a yel-low ba-na-na, Ha
otty) smile on his face. "Moss-moon, I'm on to you." Has he 
y) smile on his face. "Moss-moon, I'm on to you." Has he act
anks scampering across that moon minaret there these enthusi
ng beasts. She has felt the moon in the soles of her feet, t
 then, not for Jack, still mooning sappy Along the weather-d
ol and nocturnal blue. On moonless or overcast nights, Takes
rning fog, after a night of moon brightening and darkening a
t for anything so real? The moon has risen. She sits now, at
 It is impossible in this moonlight to see if you are male o
ur new Deathkingdom, be the Moon? I dream of a great glass s
of us one day living on the Moon ... are you beyond that by 
hibits everything else: the moon, the wind in the junipers, 
 edge, blindfolded in the moonlight, holding the two blades 

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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