Who is that roly-poly visage
Staring down with
vague intent?
Following my every
move
As if I mean to do
you harm.
You with your
thousand oval eyes
Watching the freak
show of humanity.
Peeking through
windows
And fences and
trees
Afraid you might
miss what my folly ensues.
Gossiping with a
billion stars
Though silent they
sit in a restless sky.
Making your
journey with pinpoint precision
So I may stare
back at your affable face.
Waning and waxing,
I only assume
You are scanning
the galaxies in your own time.
Soaking the wisdom
of all you survey
Storing the
secrets deep in your core.
Oh, strident moon
with your face brightly glowing,
Mystical revenant
stalking the night,
Witness to
aggregate human endeavors,
I seek your
counsel
But you never
speak.
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