The moon is over the horizon like a coward,
The brave sun will appear and melee with its moon,
That will turn to deserting, and this reality is obscene
For the fight is a battle between huge bodies
So entwined with the cosmos.
My operation is in this world a drum
To tap with my feet and hands
So that my stars in the sky operate
On me with their musical laughter and wildness.
I like the loving nature of kind galaxies.
Then the day shall stand alone,
With mountains that shine like castles
Inside the fear called the world
And its whole canyon, the wildness
Collapses and a new Earth is more for you.
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