Imagine being up there.
Imagine picking up handfuls of it.
The trip of a lifetime.
Imagine the white cold sands
on the shore of the sea of tranquility.
Imagine losing fifteen stone
to weightless drifting. Imagine your ship
anchored to a meteorite cut crater.
Imagine the dark side.
Imagine the silence out there.
Imagine a telephone that never rings.
Think of a porch at midnight
in the country
without crickets or fireflies
and your muttering and clenching
and unclenching your fists.
Imagine the moon.
Imagine yourself imagining it.
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