Saturday moonlit evening,

Crescent eyes in the sky,

And xenomorphic beings between.

 

It's cold in Appalachia,

During midnight turmoil,

Burning the midnight oil.

 

Solid truths,

Forgotten memories,

Ghostly in history.

 

Greatest world,

Held between two chopsticks,

And not mistaken for a new one.

 

Ghostly after image sky,

Held between my eyes,

Forgotten in my mind.