The moon is an object too
on objectification
You can watch me
Like the moon
Full and luminous
Suspended above you
Larger than life
Cradled in the rich blue-black sky; my pedestal of night
Glittering stars adorn me
Dripped out
I mesmerize
And you can’t look away
Believing I look back
Ha!
Does a galaxy gaze at a blade of grass? Or exist for the pleasure of an ant?
Yours is the folly of a grain of sand claiming a
Universe as an actor in its lewd stageplay
How could I be made for your enjoyment?
My tidal forces move you because, like the ocean waves, it is my nature
Not my purpose
I wash you in light
Because that’s what celestial bodies do
So put away your eager, straining fingertips
Cease your crude jeering
You drunken director of nothing
look
Admire
Worship even
But remember I am as made for you as the moon
And even farther out of reach
About the Creator
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