I'll admit, I've been spooked by you.
I like the look of the O's in the word "mOOn".
Just as easy as the tide subtracts and reacts to the monumental momentum of something we can't even grasp (gravity), I rehearse, reorganize and re-expose.
Is the moon, by way a distraction? Covetously, I'm swung. Sometimes it feels like I'm in a hammock, leaning towards the stars. They're far, and it's indeed imagery far-fetched.
How do I say, and not be cliché.
I'm past the moon, past all stars, beyond and above, & overtly I've discovered as close as you are, you're in another world, some sort of orbital distraction. But you're the closest I will go. Chemical reactions at once pull and drag us apart, and clench us back in. We may not be in the same world (herewith-in), but I'll let it rest that we are perhaps, at best, we're compromising, gravitational law abiding terrestrials/ darkness is not the end.