Consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes

The Moon. In its effulgence I sing. In its craters I dance. Peer beyond the shadow I do. I won't die because you say so. This heat came before your name I knew. To you- its reflection seeks. It is the purse of nature which I carry high. Flares are outbursts aimed at centaur boys. Life revolves with passages of plenty but one orbit I have found. Rays shine on you Moon. To sleep you may shade down. My bastion of beam knows no night.