DELIGHTFUL TRACE OF EARTH
My moon landing was singular. Sparse.
How long will all this take? I wondered.
I'd entered a deep, dark cave. The black
was like a solid, and I was unable to hold
stance (another way, I suppose, of saying
'fully stand up'). The darkness here, acting
as disciplinarian, kept me pinned down.
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Then, wondrously, (for I was, remember,
no longer on Earth), I began to think of
myself and said, 'Disciple of what?' I think
that was a reference back to disciplinarian,
but I was still in that cave, recall, and
still on the moon, recall, that I couldn't
recall what I'd meant at all. Perhaps
just the air was too thin, or
just not there at all...
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