Evening turning night, a crescent Moon balancing on the roof
of a building's silhouette, white atop black in the midst of dark blue,
cosmic ocean falling down, touching the already freezing soil of Earth,
universe's primeval darkness embracing everything around you,
embracing you, one darkness from you to the stars emerging
beyond the Moon's white glare, and one careless quantum step
and you would walk the dead lunar seas ten glorious seconds,
final step sending you bouncing up into the exosphere before
your heart stops. Human bodies are not made for glorious desolation,
the silence that has reigned billions of years, deeper than this winter
night's that now bends around you, like space bending around the Moon.
09.02.2025
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