The moon.
I feel as if it’s the pupil to our eye the sky, showing to us a different world, a world that shares the same pupil looking back through it at us.
I look deep into it, no, through it,
Reaching for another soul,
Another soul looking for me,
For if I am looking, then they are looking.
I think of the other, looking though the same moon,
Down upon all of us, upon you, upon me.
Them too wondering the same question, are they there?
I can feel the answer,
I feel him looking back down upon me
And he feels me searching for him. Even though I am the one who is lost.
Without seeing,
Without hearing,
He answers my questions, and answers questions I knew not of.
I feel everything that man has once wondered,
And I see there irrelevancy.
All my worries are taken up through this glowing pupil in the sky and tossed into nowhere.
Not for me, not for him, not for her, not for it all.
For a burden on me is a burden on him, her, and all.
For the burdens of men blind our view to the great eye. The great truth. The one relevance.