I watched the moon last night....
Surrounded by its countless stars
Where we often find our answers and form our own images
With each blinking star descends a thousand nails
Shredding even the countenance which seems to be
The moon shines ever so still
Sitting, watching with no interference
Where's my base?
My center for which I can stand as it pulls me in
Where is day?
Such an empty realm...
No sun to implode, or even pull me in...
And I have yet to learn it's what holds me, still.