"I've Been Mooned By The Moon Himself"

on the spot

"I've Been Mooned By The Moon Himself"

Forever engraved

in my heart

is the image

of a bottom so round

so bright

the white light

dancing

through the stars

The world, spins 'round, coughing up smoke that we've been feeding it. 

Graining the world, debasing it for everything that we gave to it, forever immortalizing everything.

 Maybe of what we know of it, the sky, moon, stars, rain, maybe we don't know a thing at all. Maybe all we know, is the sky, turning a dark shade of anger, every once in a while, or maybe what we know of it is the sprinkles that only light up in one single color, or maybe the doughnut in the sky, that likes being naked all the time, that doughnut, without its hole in the center of it, deeming it an unknown species.