LANDING ON THE MOON
This lander lands while that capsule
still spins on high. White dust flies,
light caught in a funny way on each
tiny speck - like a marvelous crystalization,
blown all about. I'm ready to step this foot :
I go. Out. To not knowing where from
why'd I get here? Can I stand or will
this hold me? Should I get sucked
down, 'Goodye, Houston, Goodbye.'
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One thing I notice, in this far and distant
sky - it's too late to turn back now.
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