Hey, Starchild…
Can you feel me lean into you?
The weight of the moon -
immeasurable tons,
yet somehow making you lighter?
(An astronaut on the surface
gaining more height than you expect
with each leap-step.)
In the end, it may in reality be that
the Sun
is illuminated
by the moon.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Hey, Starchild…
Can you feel me lean into you?
The weight of the moon -
immeasurable tons,
yet somehow making you lighter?
(An astronaut on the surface
gaining more height than you expect
with each leap-step.)
In the end, it may in reality be that
the Sun
is illuminated
by the moon.
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