pareidolia

 Remember that time we flew to the Moon,

Where the angels were angles and later was soon?

Where we dream of the stars,

We see light beyond time.

Cosmic corpses piled up

Visceral line after line

Lighting all we call space, firmament, and the night sky

and you can't help asking “why not?”

before asking “why?”

It's the way we are born

to receive and to grow,

but there's a little bit more

you're unlikely to know, so

join us

as I show how to move mountains,

to my child, in the snow;

Not all good things come easy,

but all we nurture, we grow.

I'll show you how to open Hell's Gate

With a shotgun at the devil's throat

before our emotions in emoticons

explode into a joke.