Moonlight Sonnet – For M

Will fiction ever beat reality
Presenting its queen always beautiful?
Could it ever neglect to be weighty
As it lingers riding on dutiful?
Art for art’s sake or a just universe
Where a moon can support migrating life
No matter its hue or hearse in reverse
When death is still being alive for strife.
Forget and even fuck most of the past!
Yet the now is also painful and dry.
If nothing at all is supposed to last
It may be wiser to undefine cry.
The future can never arrive early
Since the past is decorated sparsely.