
Precious jewel, time,
exclusive to the elite—
hokum, day moon shows.

Precious jewel, time,
exclusive to the elite—
hokum, day moon shows.

All’s superstition
for those so superficial—
even super moon.

Midday autumn sky—
as apparent as the sun,
yet brighter, the moon.

Peering through darkness,
vying for attention, moon—
over mobile screens.
Scaled,
stepped on,
pricked and poked,
scabbed, stared at,
gawked, and pointed at,
studied, zoomed in on,
zoomed out—
traced and outlined,
measure… for measure…
muddied, set animals on,
and mulled over
fantasised with,
fascinated by,
pictured, framed, and famed,
reflected on, projected as,
even protective of—
Moon,
unperturbed shines.