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.