mechanics, maybe

We eat the sun now, fate and fury

Having hung Earth

Over an abyss of teeth

The realm of morality 

Our conceptual husks

These bodies

Contemplative and manifolded 

On wooden legs of suffering 

Call to the birds of Heaven

Named “WHY”

A self consumption 

Because we long for more moons

The elegance of the unknown 

It shines and dances

A wax or a wane too soon