Blessings Be

A moon, crispy and feeling itself unappreciated in our modern technoverse, sits high atop the Pittsburgh mountain-ridden skyline. Websites flash and TVs shine blue or yellow hues to silhouette the blinds against every closed window on an old street. Fast moving sports types boast their speed, endurance and product endorsement between car commercials with clever sounding salesters or catchy indie pop tunes. Little motivation does the moon have to put on a more or less impressive show than it has continually repeated, a 30 night performance played over and over the Earth for as far back as time cares to have recorded itself.