Filaments
Fine and thin
The more of them
The thicker the stem
Branching connections
Point back to their source
Laid out in ley lines of force
Everywhere the lines converge
They canonize a demiurge
And so delineate, unfurl
Electric visions
Of their world

what if the
Moon is alive and she
is listening to us on Earth
and is looking up at a blue
crescent that fills her sky
wondering about us
from afar

does she see our city lights
dark against her starry sky

cryptic hieroglyphs
neon constellations

does she know
who we are
who reach
out to
her