The fields from Islington to Marybone
To Primrose Hill and St John's Wood
Were builded over with pillars of gold
and there Jerusalem's pillars stood.

William Blake




A 'moon' invades and destabilizes a solar system, a way of life.
A love-affair is described in terms of astronomical catastrophism.
Fierce Moon is from heavier fields of gravitation,
the frontline of attraction.

Once, not long ago, yesterday even,
you loomed and dazzled, fantastic lodestar.
Just over the north horizon, just gone,
you are still an awesome curved presence.

I look at each day in a scientific light, compare
through the powerful dust-covered lens of memory.
As though all experience belonged in the past
I live in the terrible museum of our friendship.

Even now, mounting watchtowers and platforms
to stand in the observatory of real life once more,
I remember enormous trajectories, derangements
catastrophic love imposed on so-called freedom.

Planets have been destroyed, whole oceans
burnt off, evaporated in less than half a second.
I was lucky to survive your beautiful proximity.
I trust I shall never see you again, fierce moon.