It is a double moon to me.

Just returned from a week-long scurry across snowcaps and golden wheat fields, primordial, nearly lunar terrains, ringed spaces, sheaves and stalks, to and from my parents' Mississippi home base. The week was punctuated by slothful weathers, a half-drunken lethargy and general fuck-all attitude, 99 cent frozen margaritas, military presses, lucid heat visions. A lot of television, shows about alien contact and the manufacturing of sandpaper. Bible stories about golden cities made of clear glass. It was Revelations. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. Jasper and pearls.