“Shoot
For the moon”...
(From some person
On the green)

Like you’re afraid.
You are afraid
Of whizzing past
The celestial goddesses
And their open palms.

Why don’t you
Shoot for the stars!
Instead?

Because it’s difficult,
So so difficult,
Like gazing at our solar deity
In our very sky
Without a shield from the rays.

When has difficulty ever stopped you?
You grow 
And you grow
Constantly consuming
And wasting
And spinning on your axis
(That you clutch like a double edged blade
Hot and searing on your nerves)

Explode,
And spill your contained darkness
Like the paradox you are.

Shoot for the moon
But aim high enough
To hunt the sun.