Luna’s Revolution
She has the key
Her monoliths align
In perfect harmony
It belittles humanity.
Careening through a vacuum
Desolate , lifeless, yet
No being comes close
To her punctual cues.
No human whim can match
Her chaotic perfection
When the red moon displays
Her supremacy in motion.
While we struggle to accept
Each other in totality
We struggle with
Our feeble mortality.
She brings a glimpse
Of what great powers
Are capable of when they
Submit to her will
That man should not
Believe himself to be
Greater than her plot
Of human mastery.
For she locks us in trance
As she emits a lunar dance
To look in each other’s eyes
And see an eternal prize
The Way it Goes 