Write, dear friends, of Stars and Moons

Show me not a mirrored glass –

             there’s nothing there to Learn,

            Instead show me a windowed pane –

                                     the World awaits its turn.

And be it said, that poets all, know nought of ratings, no;

                        But write, dear friends,

                            of Stars and Moons,

                       and show them that it’s So.