Tides of the Moon
The lunar satellite controls the sea.
But what controls the celestials that be?
Of the waves of nothingness that prevail.
From space to space on a comet’s tail.
No wind, no air, only tides on the lonely, lunar sea.
Only alone, do the moon tides flow free.
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