What the devil is going on here!?

This blog is dedicated to the sort of pretentious nonsense poetry that can be interpreted in a hundred thousand different ways, but basically still means fuck all. Here's one I knocked up in well under a minute; the key is to arrange your sentences in an erratic manner, juggling your syntax about in such away so as to appear to have put a great deal of thought into what you're writing:

The Moon
Stares down upon sleeping
Earth, but
A small sphere
Orbiting the only
Sun, the burning
Brighter than
Mankind, alone
In the thoughts of fools
The schemes of man

Now isn't that just inspired?