pi & anne

a night
as clear as glass
the moon
with a glorious aura
bloody cold

There once was a moon shining onto Earth, and it was good, it was beautiful, but its light didn’t warm and the Earth’s blue and white didn’t warm either and what was left was just this, it was bloody cold. Humans were unable to create a warmth staying in their bones, they kept looking elsewhere instead of creating the glow within themselves and becoming a satellite for a good cause. The bugs died, and the celli created a dissonance spanning continents. Poets looked up to the moon and wrote about its phases as if they were a sign of hope, but AI took it apart and made it a scheme. A hungry child looked at the moon and wanted to put it into its mouth. Trees went empty-handed. Even in the heat, it all was bloody cold. Minimalism was held high in the chaos, and the birth of a new beginning was one without letters or words. There was nothing left to say. There was no one who could.