Modern machines track my cycle,
track my dreams while I sleep,
sync my body and mind
in a human-made device.
Yet I wonder when I count,
didn’t we all cycle with the moon?
Moods as rhythms of tides,
swell or soothe –
carrying a world inside.
Far from the world outside.
My thoughts, made from your thoughts,
all synced in as we bled together,
synced to the moon we truly were: