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If Sun’s Light Is for Skin and Bones
Moonlight ’s for Spirit and Souls
In the dark of nights with bright of moons lies a power. You have felt it before, basking in heatless, calm radiance. If sun’s light is for skin and bones, moonlight’s for spirit and souls.
You assume the sun’s still. I’m from the sun: life, movement, vibration in its perfect form. What I believe many a form crave for; significance… to be expected and dependable while still. For your magnificence to precede. To have an orbit around you.
All other planets pay homage to mine. Whether willingly or unwillingly, ours is their deity. Bad thing, is most of the time I go by unnoticed, yet I’m very hot figuratively and literally. Worse, I am the one who’s been causing global warming and climate change on a massive scale. My presence heats up atmospheres rapidly. Earth is among the coolest planets — figuratively and literally — shit’s more than half percent water, I can’t believe they pay for it, and some places in it live like they are on the sun. They pride themselves as thinking creatures, but where’s the thought?
Only other time I can be seen is when I travel in my shooting star. What they lack in ingenuity, they make up for with superstition. I wish I could travel more at night, but I really can’t because they believe that my ride harbors affinity towards…
