Moonhead

Did you hear the one about the day the moon fell to earth?
It had a crater exactly the size of a human head on it
And it landed on my head, and now my head is the moon

Or the one about the day a thousand lives from now
When we return as a team of archeologists
And discover fossils of ourselves in a former life
On the day we spurned our nervous twitch
And found our yearn to hint at winter bliss
On the day the stars sang
The national anthem of sweaty disbelief of coelacanth teeth
To scream loud enough to shatter the roof of a coral reef
And the shrapnel ground up into paint for Robin's egg colored dream
And root beer float second-hand flavored drool absorbers
And the words "hope" and "home" that sound the same
Smell the same as the day the doe caught a sad snowflake on her tongue
And melted it in an instant
And tasted like the black hole's wild-eyed longing for light
Whether from the stars that which radiate
Or the planets that reflect it or the eyes that reflect the reflection
Or the eyes looking into those eyes
And seeing the reflection of the eyes
Which if all goes according to plan, will outlast the universe itself