In the Face of the Moon

In the face of the moon,

 I seek what is true.

 The moon shines through,

And with clarity I see you.

 

 In the dark there's no pretense.

 Nothing placed and nothing planned.

 Just thoughts on paper.

A hand gripping sand.

 

The flow of words like sand in the wind.

 Though it will fly, fall and somewhere land,

 For the sand...immortality,

 For it, there is no end.

 

I call upon the black night,

To teach me what is right,

To show me the clouds,

 But keep my feet firmly on the ground.

 

To take only what I need.

 A glimpse at the stars,

 I am free.

 

 Evolutionary manipulation.

 The fear of fear I banish.

 For this life so vain and lavish,

Was not the intention for creation.

 

 In the face of the moon,

I seek what is true.

Light this cold heart on fire,

To love and taste the lost desire.

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