Energy Tracers

People look at me like I'm nuts
for saying such normal things,
like,

"Strange that the moon is so visible, even though it's day."

Is the moon always so bright
even before the night?

Is everyone
part of some "secret" club,
that meets every second Sunday?
Why has no one told me?
Is this a practical joke?

"I motion that ANY talk about the moon,
ESPECIALLY during the day, be henceforth taboo."

"Seconded."

"All in favor?"

"Passed unanimously!"

Maybe there is no club,
maybe I'm an android.
There must be a a few of us,
otherwise people would be surprised to see me,
as if I were a celebrity.

We're programmed to think we're human,
to see skin and hair and eyeballs,
where there is only really
steel, rubber, and cameras.

Or

maybe everyone is waiting for me at the end of time,
where the universe is cracking.
They are standing at the top of a massive waterfall,
looking out into the cosmic portal,
where we will reunite into one mega-soul,
and re-birth,
in a universe with slightly higher vibrations.

Maybe they are all waiting for me,
and I've ran back
into a memory dimension
where I can re-live a past life.
and all the people here are specters;
they are not here
these are their shadows--energy tracers.