On some nights the moon shone so bright that the sun sighed in envy of its light.
The luminosity upon the lake such subtlety could not be fake. No jarring light could match this calm. The moonlight comes to cause no harm.
Human traffic is best at slumber. This noisy beast behind closed doors. The land breathes out our toxic fumes. The scars of our superiority wars.
Our insignificance is uniquely obviouse on these still and moonlit nights. In our waking comes destruction as if it’s our given right.
As the landfill gulls dive through the haze of this never ending tide. We continue to relentlessly fool ourselves that time is on our side.