from a rising poet-
I Am not the Moon
I Am not the Moon
Metaphorically speaking
I am not the moon
See the moon is beautiful but it's beauty at cost
Beauty so barren
Beauty tied down
Beauty solely superficial..
See the moon is not original
The moon is not creative
The moon is stuck
As a follower
I am not the moon
See the moon is beautiful but it's beauty at cost
Beauty so barren
Beauty tied down
Beauty solely superficial..
See the moon is not original
The moon is not creative
The moon is stuck
As a follower
An absence of light
Only a transmitter of it shone by a mass that has the capacity to do so much more.
A mass exploding with power and potential
Only a transmitter of it shone by a mass that has the capacity to do so much more.
A mass exploding with power and potential
Potential energy that demands to be the center of attention
Potential radiance to illuminate entire solar systems
Potential to sustain life
Untouchable because it vaporizes anything that dares to approach it's benevolence.
But see I'm not the sun either
Doomed to run out of fuel and burn out.
Doomed to the fate of catastrophic death that results in a merciless black hole
A never ending burst in the very skin of the universe.
Doomed to mortality.
See I'm something so much more.
I am the darkness in the spaces that you
see.
I am the darkness that supports the stars.
I hold entire
galaxies.
See I am strong enough to contain infinitely dense
singularities but I'm gentle enough to support the frail and fragile
beings that populate this universe.
Courageous enough to hold all of
space and time but responsible enough to manage it.
You can't see me
yet I am everywhere.
I go unnoticed and unappreciated
Think of me as air that holds the clouds and birds and the tops of skyscrapers or
think of me as water that holds entire ecosystems
Revel in these thoughts and realize I could never compare myself to the rock that orbits around us
My immortal conscience flowing with ideas only limited by fleeting time
In addition to the knowledge that compiles from the evolutionary miracle that is my ancestors.
Metaphorically speaking
I am not the moon.
Revel in these thoughts and realize I could never compare myself to the rock that orbits around us
My immortal conscience flowing with ideas only limited by fleeting time
In addition to the knowledge that compiles from the evolutionary miracle that is my ancestors.
Metaphorically speaking
I am not the moon.
~Hope~
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