my name

once a month through all bidding skies

my name echoes with shine as a bow-shaped eye

an aide-memoire pinned above a thought not held

this celestial formation, houses a forever bell

the days turn and the days twist

days shape the weeks where i do not exist

but the light of my construction briefly laments

my counter parts breathe infinitely finite torment

as this world's veil hides truth and blows air

shout that i am a child of eternity, a protonic stare

the time of my name arrives and leaves too soon

my mother she calls me child, crescent moon