The moon is too early too eager too ambitious
to get a leg up, a planetary orbit up
on the happy rival: the sun
The blue-orange light with the orb half stuck in it –
It looks ridiculous,
Why can’t things let other things be?
Why this need – always – for superimposition,
for competition, for greedy knowledge, for pretension?
I should have looked away long ago
Now I can only wander, a blind Tiresias
And the sun and the moon, laughing, mocking,
floating like disembodied heads