#2321 -- travels of a moon

 

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travels of a moon

 

shone through, still shining

 

and all the day admired

 

of and with and up besides

 

there are none so blue as

meaning skies

 

I see you on my rounds

yours inching larger, further

 

all dings and dust

sun for a breeze

 

there were times you were taken for cloud

chip off the old Earth block

 

and shot through like the tortoise

way ahead of the game

 

some have tried a slingshot

others kicked the dust

 

one struggles to imagine a rope

yet you inscribe

 

we all do

 

skyhook, spacelift, call it what

 

I know you’re hot

I know you freeze

 

concerningly pale

thrown bone

 

bunny too

old cheese

 

I say these things in the sure knowledge

there’s no use talking to you

 

though distance is nothing

 

know that in the great scheme

we are the least of things