Merely sane, I cherish the lunatics.
"A lune is a crescent-shaped figure formed on a sphere or plane by two arcs intersecting at two points."
But this is not what I seek.
La luna revela los locos.
Ah...
I look up to see the dark facade of day and locate its centerpiece.
We exchange longings.
I want its consistency. It wants my humanity.
On the hour of disguise, I raised my hands and offered a penny's worth.
Lie.
I balled it into a silvery sticky mess and targeted the bright hole.
What a relief! My reliable aim was reliably off.
There it is, I confess the truth.
This is how stars were formed.
On the fourth day, there was a great big
SPLAT.