the moon is a rock
floating in the coldness of outer space
uncaring, unkind, unpolished
and oblivious to your howling poems
the sun is a ball of fiery that bleeds into the horizon
untouchable, unforgettable, unruly
and will guiltlessly burn your little heart
why do we waste our passions with these lifeless deities?
why do we weep and crave this astronomy?
there are humans who have more incredible galaxies
and brighter stars and wonderful planets inside their souls
but we like to focus on things unreachable
and dream about things unachievable
