A Response

The moon has no accessories
but holds the beauty;
the sun with its power at the core glorifies the earth; colors dispersed and displayed   
carrying the dreams to their different choices.

darkness shiny and resonant holding  the senses and non-senses  but
light always traveling  in a straight line,  bending on follies.
here defaults are many
and  the fault lines-artistry   ever sprawling;
out of chaos, the globe serene and beautiful, rising up against the falling apple-
sky wondered and overwhelmed.