The Flight Of Nighttide

Do call forth, lunar forces
The bones of the moon
Strapped to the philtre of the iris
As a lone, cloistered yearner
For the nebulous fury of cosmic conjecture

Interrelation echoes,
In the hollowed and void-like mind
A treasury for adventure
The waves of rapturous gravity
Riding through
The arrow of entropy

Cascading onto fabric,
Loopholes in time
As quotidian asteroids
Fall under the parole of the philistine
An inquiry, a quandary
About the nature of spacetime