CLAIRE DE LUNE
They launched (as ever they should) from the
launch pad waiting : a taut dirigible, something pointed
straight up to the sky. No labels, no names - just the old
preachment of a once-perfect timing. Ten nine eight seven...
and all of that. A countdown, and one for the ages.
The full moon swept in to watch, as Mars and Jupiter
jumped their pirouettes across the clouds. Stardust.
Cosmic dust. The Asteroid belt itself was scattered
anew. These are the parts for which we all tried out.
Now we must attest to having won the role, and
with all our best effort, play the part well.
They launched (as ever they should) from the
launch pad waiting : a taut dirigible, something pointed
straight up to the sky. No labels, no names - just the old
preachment of a once-perfect timing. Ten nine eight seven...
and all of that. A countdown, and one for the ages.
The full moon swept in to watch, as Mars and Jupiter
jumped their pirouettes across the clouds. Stardust.
Cosmic dust. The Asteroid belt itself was scattered
anew. These are the parts for which we all tried out.
Now we must attest to having won the role, and
with all our best effort, play the part well.
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