The moon once had its own rotation. Used to swerve on its own axis at its own rate, glib to the presence of its primary, us, keen on its independence. Keen on proving that just because it came from our flesh it is its own body. The greater earth has dragged, for hundreds of millions of years, all of the moon’s mass towards one pole, has maimed its rotation to naught. It still revolves around its axis, only, on our terms. It rotates at the same rate that it revolves, one heavy pole eternally trained on us, the other, the dark side of the moon, prohibited from glancing us forever.
Bathtub Djinn
Bathtub Djinn
Bathtub Djinn
The moon once had its own rotation. Used to swerve on its own axis at its own rate, glib to the presence of its primary, us, keen on its independence. Keen on proving that just because it came from our flesh it is its own body. The greater earth has dragged, for hundreds of millions of years, all of the moon’s mass towards one pole, has maimed its rotation to naught. It still revolves around its axis, only, on our terms. It rotates at the same rate that it revolves, one heavy pole eternally trained on us, the other, the dark side of the moon, prohibited from glancing us forever.