The crescent moon is at its peak.
Amidst behaviorless crystals in orbital motions.
Tantalizing a course in mind,
Rolling its back for interpretations.
Quarrel no meaning in the face of peril-less
unaging intellect parallel to its weight
upon our dearest only earth.

Dearest only moon,
We’ll all be leaving soon.

The rush of apocalypse is at its belly.
Lasting in affairs of mercy, and mercy.
The depths of debts,
for the visions that emissioned its interpretations.
Forming out bare, bearing a birth of truth
burdened by equilibriums by a brief span
Within our skull’s unthoughtless plan.

Dearest only sun,
We’ll all be one day one.

From dust to dust and earth to moon.
We’ll all be leaving soon.

The antithesis of life.
How much have you bothered heaven
just to take my wife.
How well do you know me,
like you know my wife.
Like a date at December twenty three,
In a partial outdated eatery?
With sisigs charred to a crisp
and bottled mountain dews beside a muted tree.
And will you kiss her in the kingdom by the sea?
While I wail out from your great serendipity,
with my skies drooling and watering upon me.
So please, when I sleep tonight…my friend,
will you give her my notice and my worldy clarity?

Mind yerself, man of war.
Tis’ bronze and gaudy, them peepers yonder
gainst’ this golden sugar land.

We ain’t safe - nor the stars.
Cause’ we don't explode nor alight no moons
and feed the darkness our’s-

Quit yer mock, man of war.
Yer caint’ listen when yer deafen by pride
and a fat tongued like muzzle

for the best. Best of worst.
Listen well, hitherto and never more:
Feel the white ghosted night burst,

Into flames, with the flames.
Your dearest flames. Gazed upon dawn upon
archs among the darken days.

And those days, I tell ye,
Are comin’ west and east and south and north-
unequiped of arsenals.

I’ve eyed it, and I’ve bled.
It oughta’ have something in between em’?
Face me eyes then, tell me I

Own two moons, two black stars.
Which of this is half of half the other?
It breaks in two. Into fate.

Drop it boy, this no war.
It’s yer rush of blood to the naked heart.
Don’t go fright now- don’t implore.

Look at me, man of war.
Black is black; white is white; there is no gray.
There is no mercy.

The moment we met eyes,
You gave birth to our child.

You nurture with tears; by restless bosoms.
I return by the evening, noticing its thighs
Fat and growing.
I ran to some-thing significant in time,
To excuse myself from the crying.

When I sleep i recall
These three beds stole all my salary.
Since your ******* breakdowns that caused
this relations to shatter carelessly.
I should have escaped from this slammer.
With the child, or not.

You be space out by the window telling the child,
“He’ll be away for a while.”
And I’ll leave the window panes open,
For wind to pass through.
That oughta leave you something.

I'd wish for a medicine
But there's no more cure,
For a lovable child-full wifeless future.