Ikxaramkûusrah—The Dark Sun

The following is a love letter to the moon as I contemplate the detonation of explosives on its surface tomorrow. The earth is God, we say. The Moon is God, we say. The natural world is God, we say. We must remind ourselves regularly of this fact.

Julian Lang
It is a beautiful full moon. It sits above the horizon big as a digitally altered image in a sci-fi movie. The haze causes its light to read orange and aluminum. It is like a magnet the moon. I demands attention when it enters the room. And that is what I was told years ago.

So today I think of you moon. I think of the creation stories that remind us of who you are. And I love your story. I love that you have 3 wives but I, for the life of me, cannot fathom how you do it. Then again you are the MOON.

For generations you have given us a long-life. Today I am thanking you for that on behalf of all of my ancestors.

Gram used to say, “the old Indians went out to the nearest knoll or small hill when you appeared and yelled out, Give me a long life (May I live to be a long time.)!”

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The white man says he is going to explode a rocket on your surface–it’s your house that we see. They, NASA, has decided to explode this rocket and to do so in such a big way that we can see the damage from Earth.

Man alive Moon I am sorry. Perhaps it’s time to fast for you. Perhaps it’s time to tell your story to all. I WILL! Soon. You were a mean and vain man. But you are the moon. And those of us who know your story knew that it might come to this, because it’s a natural path to go from landing on the moon to exploding tons of TNT on your surface.

Let it be know that you are a doctor. A kind of meanish man but your surface still reveals your story. I saw you wives: the Rattlesnake, the Frog and the Grizzly Beear during the last full moon a week ago. They were all there.

I hope it doesn’t hurt too much. Maybe we can pray that the rocket doesn’t hit the surface and flies atray. That would be nice, ennit? Hámi.

Matêe xarah imyaahtiheesh, may you live to be a long time. Ikxaramkûusrah, dark sun!

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