the moon was conquered by
men who aspired to be sun gods.
replacing stars with street lamps,
flooding her skies with harsh, artificial light,
from fluorescent bulbs and flashing neon signboards galore,
night paraded and masqueraded
in a cruel parody of day.
the blaze of city lights burn through shuttered eyelids
sending humans into half woken slumber
as they dream of relentless activity
flickering scenes racing into oblivion,
receding into pinpricks of freedom,
forgotten.
