DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS

DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS Do not be carried away by the deceit, Of an oozing chant of a back palm’s stew; For the meat that source and house it, Will slip and off it will drift like dew; So, do not miss the sun, While counting the smiles of the stars, Kafkaesque! Most magic moments oblique, The conscientiousness to tame, And the illusionary shadow’s of blame. Sometimes, I don’t want, You to know what I think, That’s why I hide it in a plant, A tarred bowdlerize wink; So, do not stay too long.... Looking at the sun, especially her eclipse. Alas! The jaded aglet corpse! I have wringed wet maelstroms, What you have in your palm, Is bigger than the shadow storms, So, do not waste hours counting, Those deceitful stars__ When all you need is the moon! For this is an overweening; Err that mar many: a raconteur. ~ Tile