Moon, monstrous,
You illumine the Dark,
and through despair and woe,
you hide from our hearts,
whence we seek you.

Eons past,
that you derive from us,
yet you shall last
and yet control, as a plus.

Moon, empty!
Your shape revolves
such as a ball
that spins loftily
in display.
but as our appreciation develops,
and our knowledge broadens,
you shrink
when we may not see you.

Moon, Terrible!
Man seeks your shape for tourism!
Yet your patience remains high,
it must go thin,
and the powers invested in you,
will timely be unleashed
as though a tsunami,
that crashes upon a beach,
and surges forth liquid concrete
upon the hosts of Earth.
Yet, you remain patient,
but patient, for what?
Why do you stay yourself,
You do not come to us,
though you were born,
you be born from man,
and the theory true,
shall outlast your span
"Man made of equal, if another thing makes,
must return to the maker, lest the maker unmakes."
so why.
Why do you remain,
in starry night void?
O Moon,
you are wise,
and powerful,
I think, sometimes,
staring out my window,
into the cold black-winter
of space,
"Moon, I see you"
And feel excited,
then perversely fall asleep.