The moonlight played
With the subtle waves
The lakes version
Of the ocean
Feeble yet glowing
Blinking like a drowsy cat
Under the luminous spectacle.

The moon is a copycat
I feel like one sometime
Not an original thought within
Though nothing about me is counterfeit
Everything is birthed from the moment
Sweet and warm and new
Even my angst.
Breath ebbs and flows
We concoct thoughts figures, memories.
Nothing is unoriginal
All is sacred
The wails Of The newborn
The warning of the sages
All fire.
All light.
All worth introspection.
They human race is a book
There are no followers
Only readers
And writers
Inventors
Fighters
Heartbeats are art
Thump bumping art
Masterpieces
Silent and steady
Til death is ready.