Moon jealous of the sun, remember your philosophy: jealousy is not bad at all. You want to be as good as me. Your sin's a virtue. Delightfully you'll fall. Moon jealous of the sun, jealousy introduces us to ourselves. Jealousy afflicts everyone. The bad traits that last are how we know we are the same person we were in the past. The worries of the day? The craven conspiracies? How quickly the conspirators are gone. The bad's a distraction to hide the fact we all must fade away. Moon jealous of the sun, remember your Plato who says the sun is mortal. What is it about the boy with thick curls who wrote music, the epitome of lazy joy, who now leans, a frowning old man? Moon jealous of the sun, all faults persist. Die with delight. The immortal can.
