They have lusted for a most moon moment
That seems impermanent
But caught clover on the line
After the owl had left the barn
And the halos began to show
Before the stare where everything disappeared
So the Earth grows larger gaining debris
We make meaning from all that we see
Forgetting it’s a dream
Where all that happens is accepted as sense
Without question and lost instantly
So it may be reclaimed
We’re skeptical that the pole is an angel
But trust histories we’ve never before experienced
And only see what has ceased to exist
For the real is too raw
Too overwhelming and the false
Is easier to learn from
For remembering means
You have forgotten everything
And must make the most
Of the little you’ve gained
Instead of bravely knowing
The mystery will never fall from your grasp
