Let the world go
Crazy; the Moon is full
Of compassion for us fools.

The Moon is closer
Tonight, like a lover;
Closer, beaming to be embraced.

Lunacy
Is common even without a spot-
Light to spur our dramatic sense.

The Autumn Sun's descent
Sneaks up on we who are building-
Dwellers, but twilight tonight is brighter.

Before our time and
After, it has been; perhaps
This is why it shines on us softly. 

It's been the collision of Heaven and Earth,
Mingled with our molten womb,
And knows it will never have to again.