The Moon isn’t there
And nobody cares
The daylight is screaming
The twilight receding
And you aren’t here

The stars in the city
Invisibly swimming
But the moonlight
It stays bright
And your obscene, yes somehow, is fitting

Do we see the same sky?
When we star up, and we’re high?
Or is the Moon an illusion?
An optical trance-state
A visionary-escapist intrusion?

I don’t believe in stars
Here in the city
The distances between us
It’s just much too far
To buy the idea
Of gaslights exploding
And sunlights departing
And gravity’s spinning, while atmospheres boiling
And dying

No, there is no moon
But there may be a sun
Yes, we might see the same one…

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11/10/08