Pardonome, de la Luna or Temporary Purgatory

I'm not sure how to say--

Alright.

Well, I shall try.



Pardonome, de la Luna.
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it,
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence--

No moons wax eternally,
Can so say the sun,
A witness when the day is done,
And now Luna wanes.

And says one, the sun shall shine,
Given, too, the night does die.
Yet both fruit rotten, and those ripe,
Eventually meet the same demise.

And seeing as how a mortal life,
Is nothing but a temporary grain of sand,
Compared to the realms of afterlife:
An earth free, never ending land,

I feel as though a gust of wind
Has shaken my tree,
And all falls,

Falls,

Heavily, heavily-- 

Heavily.

Now as the wind,
I suddenly view with qu eer equality:


Nothing.

All is now equally nothing.


So, ahem,

Pardonome, de la Luna.
My fruit has fallen on Jupiter, so,
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it.
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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