This wondrous day will be soon complete
The sun sets in the North, may it rise in the East?
Will soon the greatest be the least?
What’s contained be released?
Your gentleman a beast?
The thick haze of dusk
May change hatred to lust
Or passion to dust
What you see you cannot trust
Oh you must, but you must
Now will emerge this great Aryan eye
If you stare directly your time will pass you by
And before you know it you will be living a lie
And it won’t matter how hard that you try
You have done too many things and you can’t understand why
Did you expect this? That night in June?
You’d wake up one day and be trapped in this cocoon?
You may emerge eventually, but not enough soon,
For too much time has passed and it seems you are doomed
Do not be fooled by the wonder of a blue moon
–Claire Dockman 2013