Consider this honor like the lottery, cancer, lightning strikes and other happenings of chance

Today someone absolutely floored me

With talk of the moon of all things,

and fresher yet, it was reflecting to boot.

 

If only I were more like a bio dome.

A self sustaining, ongoing creator

taking itself and making more of itself

Then I could give myself all the credit

for myself and spare myself lunar guilt.

 

You know at the center of the moon

there is a lot of a iron I suspect.

 

In other news, on other worlds:

One day she’s gonna run out of angles,

so I am gonna let her wear herself out.

And pad my list of conquered models.

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