Moon at Half Past Noon

From void’s first gasp where time began to bleed,
A spark cried out with newborn cosmic need.
The infant stars drank chaos like sweet milk,
While human hands grew talons, smooth as silk.

See nebulae twist into golden chains,
Where galaxies learn commerce and its pains.
Each wish sprouts teeth, each dream grows claws to keep –
The suckling’s mouth becomes the wolf’s dark leap.

What child of light still weeps behind our eyes?
That ancient thirst no conquest satisfies.
We stack black holes like coins in vaults of night,
While orphaned moons beg mercy from our might.

The fire we fed now licks at God’s own throne –
Both seed and pyre were always home.