08-21-2023, 05:41 AM
Candor
The Earth works,
though the Moon's a calendar
ever changing
the day's same round.
Hints of codes oblige
the armory,
and beasts in white lab coats
entwine their machinations.
Who can blame Angels,
being purely what they are,
or Fay, or even
the square, blustering
Demons their fair trial
of a deal, living
as we must, then
returning to the ground.
"No," said the little fly
no one listened to
without
annoyance,
"I don't just live a day,
despite what you
think. And unlike you,
I don't understand the moon."
The Earth works,
though the Moon's a calendar
ever changing
the day's same round.
Hints of codes oblige
the armory,
and beasts in white lab coats
entwine their machinations.
Who can blame Angels,
being purely what they are,
or Fay, or even
the square, blustering
Demons their fair trial
of a deal, living
as we must, then
returning to the ground.
"No," said the little fly
no one listened to
without
annoyance,
"I don't just live a day,
despite what you
think. And unlike you,
I don't understand the moon."