See You On the Dark Side of the Moon

What's on the moon's darkest parched side that spooky cool patch, for millennium ignored perhaps manphibians sitting aside a moonfire worshipping the sun and its quivers of fine gold- Maybe there's nothing but clusters of cool stones like the ones Neil gifted to us so many earths ago I fancy this is where Syd Barrett came home to rest, crazy diamond briefly sparkling in pop culture's nest- Maybe its just time to leave this hermit moon alone and tap our virgin prints into the red powder of mars many millions of miles just to rocket booster our egos or to remain in the shimmering grace of a goldilocks star- but wasn't man fashioned to explore- to overtake to forge great weapons and fill hectares with blood spill carnage from his heart leave disease in his wake till the masterpiece called earth melts into nuclear mud-