More like moons we seem
With the sun reflecting in our faces
Carrying the darkness on our backs
Cycling through our phases
With mathematical precision
More like plants we seem
Plunging into the earth
Shackled to some season
Struggling to give birth
More like light we seem
Curious forms the sun has made
Passing in and out of our eyes
How not rise to the conclusion
That only the sun survives
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