The hyper speed of humanity,
Racing from horizon to horizon,
Slicing between the diminishing shadow.
The specter of societal haze
In a distorted display of digital blaze.
From a quarter of a million miles away,
I see them, monuments of morals by the day,
In night's light and mind's eye, merely mortals in decay.
Family, friend and foe, living life at home, 
Beautiful blue and gorgeous green of that earthly dome,
Far from the lifeless lull of my grey grave
On this cold dusty lunar stone, 
Mortuary of misfits on the moon,
Oblivion, hanging in the heavens,
Padlocked, paralyzed and perishing in this powdery prison.
Peeking out my porthole,
Pierced by the paradigm of perennial pain through a prism,
Living in a landscape
Where time has become the destroyer of stars,
Standing at the precipice
Of the raven's infinite abyss.
Dead are the fires,
Faded are the faces of the folk.
Souls are lost in infinity.
No one seeks this raving lunacy. 
Banished beyond the bounds of benevolence,
No travelers here. 
Slow suffocation, choking to breathe with care, 
this artificial air,
No wind blows here.
Longing for the light since I was born,
Dying of the dawn, despair kept no tear to mourn.
Spiraling endless in gravity's ravenous keep,
Stoic, petrified stone statue, no tears left to weep.
Burned daily by the blaze of solar lunacy,
Frozen nightly by the ice of isolation.
Gliding through the black void, transcending relativity,
Warping earthly moments into faded cosmic eternity.
Voices from home echo from the past in static delay,
Illusions roam, a former future echoing an old radio wave.
Looking by lunar light,
 
Minimized in mind as a minute memory, do they ever think of me,
Or am I forgotten in the night?
I imagine
They look up at a sky full of darkness,
Twinkling stars and shining moon in illusory resplendence,
Displaying the world of another existence,
Though they see no signs of life at that distance.
I am but a fleeting memory of a lost remembrance.
Sleep befalls them with the speed of a spell,
Drifting into new dreams, mind unable to glean.
Old dreams lost in a waking moment before dawn,
Grasping an empty thought, memory wiped clean.
Rising to their renascent rave of a new day,
A moribund meteor, a flicker in the twilight,
I am all but gone, 
Isolated in cold numbness on this cursed moon,
Stark raving madness to end no time soon.
What went wrong to bring this rain?
Is it all in my brain?
Sick to my stomach with nothing to gain,
Swallowed all my shame and pain,
The fury of fire and ice flows through my veins,
Never to cry, never to say goodbye, never again.
Never to lie, waiting to die, never again.
Voyaging with an immortal mind,
Passing celestial horizons in the sky,
I walk amongst the ruins of time,
Seeking the edge of the universal divine.
A quarter of a million miles between you and me.
Far from home, I see my earthly dome.
Frozen to the bone, I stand alone.
Beyond the known, I walk alone.
Far from home, in the dying light I roam.
Deep in the wilderness of my mental galaxy
Lies my hidden heart of homeland memory:
Forests, rivers and hills of green,
White sails soaring through an oceanic sky of blue.
Feeling the fabric of family, singing the song of spirit,
Love and loneliness know no limit.
What is real in the delirium of my lunar delusion?
Wandering the dunes of this moon,
I long for home in this lunar seclusion.