the truest limits
of this existence
are deeply carved
into the silent face
of an ancient moon
cratered aspirations
in solemn caverns
shrouded by the refuse
of a million million
uncomposed dreams
the truest limits
of this existence
are deeply carved
into the silent face
of an ancient moon
cratered aspirations
in solemn caverns
shrouded by the refuse
of a million million
uncomposed dreams