There is Nothing So Constant

There is nothing so constant,

As the moon and stars,

Down here on the concrete earth,

We’d tear down the sky too,

If we were equipped to redesign it.

 

We destroy all we create in time,

Even our own history,

Deleted scenes,

We edit memories to suit,

Recall only the favourable thoughts,

Pretty words.

 

Anything less than perfect is an eyesore,

I dissect everything,

I ever did,

Under the scrutiny,

Of the constant moon.

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