Momento on the moon

an oversized ego shaped as our head carved out of a block of translucent gold a dead tree stump, no longer by love fed fall of Midas in hushed whispers retold a wabi-sabi stain etched in blood red casts on the moon a shadow of deep gloom of how man’s heart pierced by fangs of lust bled when ego cravings he failed to exhume peeping within the sculpture we may see the star of David, symbol of our heart of how soul’s light within yearned to be free but haunted by fears didn’t know where to start we’re no more but others will follow us ~ our message is simple: board God’s bliss bus