I feel the earth turn slowly in my favor,
and the moon and sun become mute,
to face the universe with a new found purpose,
and accept its flaws in whole.
From Pluto, to Mercury, to every galaxy in our cluster,
from what lies beyond the present and eternity,
extend your arms to grasp the entirety of creation,
lest it be living, dead, or so on,
and turn every particle to a being of light,
so that it beams and gleams and sparkles.
Thus when the time acceptance comes to an end,
and the earth returns to its steady course,
the sun and moon shall yawn their gifts upon our tiny world,
so life shall, again, march on.