The heavens align
With the artificial construction of our time
Because the slowly dying orbits of
Selene trying to reach Gaea
And Gaea striving for Helios
And Helios slowly bloating as he
Seeks a deep dark hole to plunge into
Care not for a Friday or viernes or Freitag
Or whatever we might care to call it
And they reck not the number of the day
Know it not
Or mock us for our little knowing if they indeed know
Máni may show his pock-marked face
Pitted and stained from abuse in ages long gone
But if people act differently for seeing it
The fault is not his
But perhaps their recognition that
They are wrong
To abuse others in the ways that they do
That all of us do
And need to amend
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