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Re-VisionsbyCarol Borzyskowski  Chaldeans called their lunar orb Sin,irregular phases offered ambiguous forebodings, largely discounted by scribes who tracked heaven's plan for mortals. Ancient predictions pale, besides tonight's glow through heavy clouds, and my window, spilling onto my own concept of sin. Strange to dream of Mesopotamia, recognize squat clay statues--big eyed-- bathed in dream focus, then realize sin's dissolved to modern moonlight pulling me out of bed, naked. And curious how thoughts blend, change, confuse over time, until there is no logical reason for facts like, when did I stain my nipples blue? Carol Borzyskowski |
