Illumination of the moon disk: 100 %

Saw her this morning, in that crystal blast of morning freshness.
I know this psyche is been reprogrammed - more like, digital baptism.
I admit, the anxiety that builds up at your presence, at your shine.
At your beauty and radiance - I can only marvel and blend.

First name, Mother, Mena, Nne, Iya, Buone, Eka. Last name, we.
Her ultimacy, wilder than the Ocelot. More ferocious than the Lynx.
Materfamilias Felis Catus.
These lines are more like, a sacrifice of hat tips and respect to Mena.

It is the festive season of Lunar Roving - through the craters of Wisdom.
No, it isn’t a sign of class - Yes, these trips expands the knowledge on Buone.
Blue Days. Cold Icy moments. Dusty, Unsoundness of Mind. Time of Delirium.
Like Einstein, “You get only what you insert your mind into. Physics, not philosophy”

Another Lunar Cycle of agitation, ecstasy -
Rebellious texts - She says, they are more of “a turning of the upside-down" and anti-conformism
Stir it up, Like a soup of knowledge. Be recast. Revolutionise.
Tes Mutter of Tochters.