the moon, never will it disappear
it waxes and it wanes
backandforthandbackandforth, not a sphere
but the darkness it feigns

the sun sets, it does not
the earth turnsTHE EARTH TURNS
and while you're facing oblivion, ought
the sun, on fire, it burns. It burns.

the souls are not stuck in hell
they breathe they leave they die
and then go on, in time, to dwell
amidst the never-ending sky