The celestial song and dance,
When true power is eclipsed.
And people watch in fear & awe,
From the shadows of lunatic stubbornness
The Sun smiles, as it lets the moon
Have its “way”
Which crosses the channel of influence,
Between the King and its subjects.
Change is welcome, but is fleeting,
And within minutes true power is restored,
We go back to breathing, the birds to feeding,
The Moon into hiding, as if nothing changed.
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