Selvaluna Three nights awake,coca, chicha, and waning gibous moon,Cochabamba night cold as October in New England, and something in the moon calls me to you,Selvaluna, I want to slip my skinand become a jaguarwandering throughthe jungles of the moon, to the dark mistyriverbank where i find youunder the southern cross, and slide intothe dark watersof your consciousness, swimming through your dreams.
Selvaluna Three nights awake, coca, chicha, and waning gibous moon, Cochabamba night cold as October in New England, and something in the moon calls me to you,Selvaluna, I want to slip my skin and become a jaguar wandering through the jungles of the moon,to the dark misty riverbank where i find you under the southern cross,and slide into the dark waters of your consciousness, swimming through your dreams.
