It’s cold on the surface of the moon.
Surrounded by the infinite darkness of space.
That amazing paradox of nothingness.

You are always alone on the surface of the moon.
Not a sound to be heard, you can never be heard.
It’s all just matter, but none of it even matters.

We are all we are so small.
objects in space, constantly in motion,
Can never be standing still in time or space.