Philosophical

It is an incredibly beautiful world.
Some people choose to add to it,
While it eats at others so much,
They lash out in a storm of ruin.

Imagine that we could consume it-
To place the beauty of life inside,
To digest it for a time eternal...
But it merely dances on the senses.

See, humanity is a push-pull train,
Where our looming death is the spur,
And elation motivates it on higher.
The one burns in the other's arms.

There in the distance hangs the moon,
Sailing behind clouds framed in silver.
Watch this night sky so bright preside
Over the darkness of a rippling ocean.

Aesthetic glory becomes these ancients,
But we find them in the old and the new-
Liken to the magnificence of the Pyramids,
Or in the way that a young maiden moves.

And so, the splendor eats at my core.
I should enjoy it like a Cuban cigar,
And roll its smoke over my tongue-
Or chew back on it and spit it out.

To Eat the Moon