Was You Where?

The Moon and moon-man laying haze:

They ask the game. They learn.

You moved on over to him 

And to his mad song “justice”.

Breathe it in; it swells softly

In the breeze, and in you as well.

It seems a try, or maybe a chance,

at the very best of the worst. 

I know that the bees and you

say you move to who all the 

juices are around, but it needs 

saying that I just want the light 

to shine forever and ever.